The LANDLORD of the inn leads AGATHA by the hand out of his house.
LANDLORD.
No, no! no room for you any longer—It is the fair to-day in the next village; as great a fair as any in the German dominions. The country people with their wives and children take up every corner we have.
AGATHA.
You will turn a poor sick woman out of doors who has spent her last farthing in your house.
LANDLORD.
For that very reason; because she has spent her last farthing.
AGATHA.
I can work.
LANDLORD.
You can hardly move your hands.
AGATHA.
My strength will come again.
LANDLORD.
Then you may come again.
AGATHA.
What am I to do? Where shall I go?
LANDLORD.
It is fine weather—you may go any where.