Frau Bergmann.
Nobody——Schmidt's Mother from Garden street.——You come just at the right time, Mother Schmidt.
SCENE SIXTH.
Men and women wine-dressers in the vineyard. The sun is setting behind the peaks of the mountains in the west. A clear sound of bells rises from the valley below. Hans Rilow and Ernest Röbel roll about in the dry grass of the highest plot under the overhanging rocks.
Ernest.
Hans.
Don't let us be sad!——It's a pity the minutes are passing.
Ernest.
One sees them hanging and can't manage any more——and to-morrow they are in the wine press.