OLD MAN. Worm-eaten—
PEHR. And the sun—Happiness—how it shines on the children's faces!
OLD MAN. Between times distorted by envy—
PEHR. And the old man who sits there, contented and happy—
OLD MAN. It's a lie! He trembles in his heart for the house rent, which must be paid on the new year—
PEHR. He—the rich man?
OLD MAN. Hides his approaching downfall!
PEHR. And those young people—Do you see how he stretches his arm—
OLD MAN. After the father's money bag!
PEHR. Shame on you! Their lips meet—