long that I don't care to drink his health any longer.

Windrank. 'Sblood!

German (eagerly). Hush, hush! Let's hear what he's got to say.

Dane (in the same way). Mercy, yes!

A Man from Smaland. The Lord help me when I get home again!

Windrank (sentimentally). What is it, my dear man? Why do you
look so sad? Do you need money? Look here, now! (He pulls out his
purse.) I've half my wages left. What's the matter with you?

Man from Smaland. Don't let us talk about it. More gin!
Gin here! I've money, too. Do you see? Gold! (The liquor is
served). It isn't mine, but I'll spend it on drink to the last
farthing, and you'll please help me.

Windrank. And yet it isn't your money--how can you do that?

German. Who's wronged you, my dear fellow? I can see that you
have fared badly.

A Man from Smaland I am ruined! You see, I got two hundred oxen
on trust, and when I came to Stockholm the King's agent took
charge of the whole business, and he said I couldn't sell them
for more than he allowed. It's the King that fixes the price on
oxen--it's the King that has ruined me.