German (ironically). Happy the man brought up in that way! You had a mother—
Windrank (moved). Yes—yes!
German. Who tucked you up nights and taught you to say: "Now I lay me down to sleep."
Windrank. That's it!
German. And a fine woman she was!
Windrank (on whom the drink is beginning to show its effect.) Oh, if you only knew!
German. The Lord has heard her prayers. You're weeping. So you must be a good man.
Dane. Dear me!
German. If your mother could only see you now—with those tears in your eyes!
Windrank. Oh, I know I'm a poor miserable sinner—I know it! But I tell you—I've got a heart, damn it! Just let a poor wretch come and tell me he is hungry, and I'll take off my own shirt and give it to him.