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Runner (hides it in his pocket). All right!

[Exit the Second Servant.

Third Servant (aside to the First). Be on the hark, Jack! that

we may have right plenty to tell to father Quivoga — He will 105

give us right plenty of absolution in return for it.

First Servant. For that very purpose I am always having

something to do behind Illo’s chair. — He is the man for speeches

to make you stare with!

Master of the Cellar (to Neumann). Who, pray, may that 110

swarthy man be, he with the cross, that is chatting so

confidentially with Esterhats?

Neumann. Ay! he too is one of those to whom they confide

too much. He calls himself Maradas, a Spaniard is he.

Master of the Cellar (impatiently). Spaniard! Spaniard! — I 115

tell you, friend; nothing good comes of those Spaniards. All

these outlandish fellows are little better than rogues.

Neumann. Fy, fy! you should not say so, friend. There are

among them our very best generals, and those on whom the

Duke at this moment relies the most. 120

Master of the Cellar (taking the flask out of the Runner’s

pocket).

My son, it will be broken to pieces in your pocket.

[TERTSKY hurries in, fetches away the paper, and calls

to a Servant for pen and ink, and goes to the

back of the stage.

Master of the Cellar (to the Servants). The Lieutenant-General

stands up. — Be on the watch. — Now! They break up. — Off,

and move back the forms.

[They rise at all the tables, the Servants hurry off

the front of the stage to the tables; part of the

guests come forward.