SCENE I.
The Kermesse.
(One of the city gates. To the left, an Inn, bearing the sign of the god Bacchus.)
Wagner, Students, Burghers, Soldiers, Maidens, and Matrons.
Studs. Wine or beer, now, which you will! So the glass quick you fill! And replenish at our need: At our bouts we drink with speed!
Wag. Now, young tipplers at the cask, Don't refuse what I ask— Drink to glory! drink to love! Drain the sparkling glass!
Studs. We young tipplers at the cask Won't refuse what you ask— Here's to glory! here's to love! Drain the sparkling glass!
(They drink.)
Soldiers. Castles, hearts, or fortresses, Are to us all one. Strong towers, maids with fair tresses, By the brave are won; He, who hath the art to take them, Shows no little skill; He, who knows the way to keep them, Hath more wisdom still.
Citizens. On holy-days and feast-days, I love to talk of war and battles. While the toiling crowds around Worry their brains with affairs, I stroll calmly to this retreat On the banks of the gliding river, And behold the boats which pass While I leisurely empty my glass.
(Citizens and soldiers go to back of stage.) (A group of young girls enters.)
Girls. Merry fellows come this way, Yes, they now advance; Let us, then, our steps delay, Just to take one glance.
(They go to right of stage. A second chorus of students enters after them.)
Studs. Sprightly maidens now advance, Watch their conquering airs; Friends be guarded, lest a glance Take you unawares.
Matrons. (watching the students and young girls). Behold the silly damsels, And the foolish young men; We were once as young as they are, And as pretty again.
(All join in the following chorus, each singing as follows.)
Mats. (to the Maidens). Ye strive hard to please, Your object is plain.
Studs. Beer or wine, wine or beer, Nought care I, with heart of cheer.
Soldiers. On, then, let's on; Brave soldiers are we, To conquest we'll on.
Citizens. Come, neighbor! In this fine weather Let us empty a bottle together!
Maidens. They wish to please us, but 'tis in vain! If you are angry, little you'll gain.
Young Students. They are bright little maidens, 'tis plain; We'll contrive their favor to gain.
(The soldiers and students, laughing, separate the women. All the groups depart.)