Fie! who would be so wicked?

JUST.
A Christian innkeeper.--My master! such a man! such an officer!

LAND.
I thrust him from the house into the streets? I have far too much
respect for an officer to do that, and far too much pity for a
discharged one! I was obliged to have another room prepared for him.
Think no more about it, Herr Just.
(Calls)
--Hullo! I will make it good in another way.
(A lad comes.)
Bring a glass; Herr Just will have a drop; something good.

JUST.
Do not trouble yourself, Mr. Landlord. May the drop turn to poison,
which . . . But I will not swear; I have not yet breakfasted.

LAND. (to the lad, who brings a bottle of spirits and a glass).
Give it here; go! Now, Herr Just; something quite excellent; strong,
delicious, and wholesome.
(Fills, and holds it out to him.)
That can set an over-taxed stomach to rights again!

JUST.
I hardly ought!--And yet why should I let my health suffer on account
of his incivility?
(Takes it, and drinks.)