3d Count. Then how, in the name of patience, would you have us alter things?
C. Wal. We cannot alter them, Sir—but they will be altered, never fear.
Omnes. How? How?
C. Wal. Do you see this hour-glass?—Here’s the state:
This air stands for the idlers;—this sand for the workers.
When all the sand has run to the bottom, God in heaven just turns the hour-glass, and then—
C. Hugo. The world’s upside down.
C. Wal. And the Lord have mercy upon us!
Omnes. On us? Do you call us the idlers?
C. Wal. Some dare to do so—But fear not—In the fulness of time, all that’s lightest is sure to come to the top again.
C. Hugo. But what rascal calls us idlers?
Omnes. Name, name.