Wiglaf— Wait and see.
Hartzel—It may be they are mustering a host
To take the East again. Nigh forty years
Ago now, Frederic Red-beard—Canzler here
Remembers; he was young then—mustered
Nigh on to four score thousand, Canzler?
Canzler— About.
Hartzel—And they were not against us.
Wiglaf— (Taking up the bundle and starting right.)
Farewell, all.
Canzler—Where are you going, Wiglaf?
Wiglaf— There's no place
In all this land for Wiglaf.
Canzler— Don't say that
While that roof stands.
Wiglaf— It won't stand long, Canzler.
Fritz— (Clenching his hands.)
'Twill stand till he won't need it any more.