[Trembling.] Well, I give you all warning: if the same thing happens again as last night—a troop of half-drunken cubs marching past my windows singing that low song …
BECKER
Is it "Bloody Justice" you mean?
DREISSIGER
You know well enough what I mean. I tell you that if I hear it again I'll get hold of one of you, and—mind, I'm not joking—before the justice he shall go. And if I can find out who it was that made up that vile doggerel …
BECKER
It's a grand song, that's what it is!
DREISSIGER
Another word and I send for the police on the spot, without more ado. I'll make short work with you young fellows. I've got the better of very different men before now.