trade of Lubeck--of Lubeck, to which he owes such a great debt!

Man from Smaland. Well, he'll get what he deserves! A steer
doesn't lose his horns when you make an ox of him. Many thanks
for your company. Now I've got to go.

German. Oh, no! Just one more noggin--and then we can talk a
little more.

Man from Smaland. No, thanks, though I'm sure it's good of you,
but that's all I dare take, for otherwise I fear this will end
badly. I've wife and children at home, you see, and now I'm going
home--to tell them we're ruined--no--I don't dare to--I'm much
obliged, Mr. German--let's drink some more.

German. That's right! (They drink.)

Man from Smaland (emptying his cup and jumping up).
Oh, damn the bitter stuff! [Exit, staggering.]

German (to the Dane). O Lord--when that fellow wakes up!

(The Dane nods assent. The noise has been steadily increasing.
The fiddler is playing. Then the organ begins to play in the
church.)

Windrank. It's strange, I think, that the King lets them have a
drinkshop in the church wall.

German. Does it hurt your conscience, skipper? The King doesn't