Their single show with riotings a week.--
Look yonder at your daughter.

[BARBARA lingers by the Ark-Tent, gazing with girlish
interest at MICHAEL, who gazes at her, his bear-head
in his band for the moment.]

JACOBUS
Barbara!

[She turns back, with an angry glance at KURT.]

AXEL the Smith
[doggedly to them]
By your leave. Masters! I would like to know,
How did Saint Willibald prevail with the rats?--
That would I like to know. I, who ha' made
Of strong wrought traps, two hundred, thirty-nine,
Two hundred, thirty-nine.

REYNARD
[calling]
And so would I!

HANS the Butcher
So please your worships, may it please the Crier,
Now we be here,--to cry the Piping Man--

PETER the Cobbler
A stranger-man, gay-clad,--in divers colors!