HANS.
What der tuyvel is der matter,
Dus you chitter-chatter-clatter?
GERTRUDE (aside).
His impudence can not be borne!
HANS.
What's dat I hear?
GERTRUDE.
The postman's horn!
(Sounds of horn again.)
Whose notes o'er moor and mountain flung—
HANS.
Are not so noisy as your tongue!
(Horn sounds as though approaching; whips are heard, and the post-coach is supposed to arrive outside with PASSENGERS. Enter the ATTENDANTS, with portmanteaus, carpet-bags, etc., and PASSENGERS.)
CHORUS.
Rejoice! rejoice! we're safe and sound,
And shelter for the night have found,
Within this snug abode!
The dust may rise, the rain may fall—
Beneath this roof we'll smile at all
The dangers of the road!
SOLO.
Then let the cheerful board be spread;
To supper first, and then to bed,
Till birds their songs begin:
Thus, whether sleeping or awake,
The weary traveller will take
His comfort at his inn.