Well. (touches glasses, but does not drink.) That is something.
Reiss. Is it not! (Fills his own glass.) Well, then, on with it!
Well. (holds up his glass, but does not drink.) The good spirit begins to move you; and I begin to feel better in your company.
Reiss. (wipes his forehead.) I am glad of it.
Well. You wipe your forehead?
Reiss. Hem! you have put me in such a heat.
Well. Thank God! I wish you would examine your conscience fully, and then wipe your eyes too; then I would, in the joy of my heart, empty my glass at once.
Reiss. I thank you. Now to a prosperous futurity! (Holds up the glass.)
Well. In heaven,--yes! (going to drink;) but (puts the glass down) then every thing ought to be in a good state upon earth. Drink no more, it will heat you; and, to do good, the soul ought to be sober.
Reiss. Well then--