Canzler—Or say—say, Wiglaf, say—it shall be green!
(Smoke is seen curling above the roof of the cottage.)
Hartzel—I did not say he was a scoundrel. Eh? (To Rudolph.)
Did I? Did I, Max? (Calling to Canzler.)
Where is he going?
I don't doubt he's been wronged; I don't doubt that.
Where's he—
(Fritz comes forward.)
Rudolph (To Max.)—We must leave here.
Fritz— We must stay here.
(In Hartzel's ear.)
He says we, too, must leave here.
Hartzel— Leave? What for?
What have we done?
Fritz— But I say stay and die.
Let them thresh us out, too. (To Max.) What do you say?