CHIROPODIST, WAGONMAKER, RELATIVE. Thank you!
SHOEMAKER. [At door, gives order; Hans brings on ale.] Well, Herr Relative, you did not choose to be present this morning at the memorial fest for your illustrious kinsman?
RELATIVE. Where was the need of my going out in the rain? You were there with the Society.
SHOEMAKER. The whole Society! There were three of us.
RELATIVE. Did you sing?
CHIROPODIST. Yes, a little.
RELATIVE. [Laughing.] Were there many people?
WAGONMAKER. Not a soul!
RELATIVE. And the burgomaster—
SHOEMAKER. Overslept himself.