Melchior.

Where do you come from?

Moritz.

From over there——over by the wall. You knocked down my cross. I lie by the wall.——Give me your hand, Melchior.——

Melchior.

You are not Moritz Stiefel!

Moritz.

Give me your hand. I am convinced you will thank me. It won't be so easy again! This is an unusually fortunate encounter.——I came out especially——

Melchior.

Don't you sleep?