FIRST FRIEND. Oh, a little toothache is not dangerous; it will soon pass!
SECOND FRIEND. Take some cold water in your mouth, then you'll be all right.
WOMAN. Oh, the men! They are so sensitive to a little pain. You should see a woman suffer!
PEHR. Ah, don't forsake me! I suffer so terribly!
FIRST FRIEND. I shall never forsake you! [Hand on door.] I'll run for the dentist.
PEHR. No, stay!
SECOND FRIEND. [Near door.] No; as George's oldest friend it devolves upon me to—
PEHR. You want to run away from me! Oh, I curse this gold! I curse you, false friends! [Gold pieces in their hands turn black.]
ALL THREE FRIENDS. He has deceived us—look, look! [All three are stricken with toothache and begin to moan.] Oh! Oh!
PEHR. [Recovered.] Oh, it's only a little toothache; it will soon pass.—Take cold water in your mouth, old friend, and then it will disappear. [Woman faints.] Surely a woman will not faint for such a little pain! [Friends rush out.] Now run to the dentist and let him draw all your teeth, foxes! After that you'll not bite any more sheep.