. . . One thousand guilders.

PETER the Cobbler
Give him an hundred.

HANS the Butcher
Double!

HANS' WIFE
You were fools
To make agreement with him.--Ask old Claus.
He has the guilders; and his house was full
0' rats!

OLD CLAUS
[shaking his stick from the window]
You Jade! And I that hoard, and save,
And lay by all I have from year to year,
To build my monument when I am gone,
A fine new tomb there, in Saint Boniface!
And I to pay for all your city rats!

OLD URSULA
[leaning out, opposite]
Right, neighbor, right well said!--Piper, hark here.
Piper, how did ye charm the rats away?

PIPER
[coming down]
The rats were led--by Cu-ri-os-ity.