Selma— (Who comes running down the path.)
Just to the dingle; the faries say
The heather-bells are out.
Rudolph— Let her go, Canzler.
Canzler—Throw the white blooms away.
Selma— (Throwing away a sprig of dog-wood.)
Now may I go?
Canzler—They make you sad. (He starts down the slope.)
Selma— I'll not cry any more.
I'll be gay, Father, if you let me go.
(She turns and looks questioningly at Rudolph, who nods to her. Then, skipping forward, she takes hold of the hilt of her father's sword and steadies herself with it as they go down the slope.)
Conrad—Come back and have a woodcock.
(Rudolph walks back.)
Fritz— There he goes. (Shouting.)
O Canzler!