Brander.
Bundle the child
Into that room, woman, at once!
(Rada snatches the revolver from the Christmas-tree and hurries Bettine into the bedroom just as the other door is burst open and a troop of soldiers appear on the threshold, shouting and furious with drink. They sing, with drunken gestures, in the doorway:)
“Zum Rhein, zum Rhein, zum deutscher Rhein....”
First Soldier.
Come on!
They’re in that room. I saw them! The only skirts
Left in the village. Comrades, you’ve had your fun—
It’s time for ours.
Brander.
Clear out of this. You’re drunk.
We want to sleep.