Canzler—Try that one in the shade there.
(The sword passes deeply into the second trunk.)
Fritz— Is it through?
Conrad— (Looking behind the trunk.)
More than a hand's breadth.
Fritz— If the village dogs
Snap at you as they are wont to—
Canzler— I shall have
No trouble with them.
Fritz— And yet you expect
To tell them what you said just—
Canzler— I expect
Hartzel to have his rights. Fetch it here, Conrad.
Rudolph—The Bailiff, Canzler, is a rabid man.