Up near us in Kaschbach, sir. He goes round playin' music in the evenings, and all day he's at the loom. They've nine children an' a tenth a coming.
CHORUS OF WEAVERS AND WOMEN
"They're terrible put to it."—"The rain comes through their roof."—"The woman hasn't two shirts among the nine."
OLD BAUMERT
[Taking the boy by the arm.] Now then, lad, what's wrong with you? Wake up, lad.
DREISSIGER
Some of you help me, and we'll get him up. It's disgraceful to send a sickly child this distance. Bring some water, Pfeifer.
WOMAN
[Helping to lift the boy.] Sure you're not goin' to be foolish and die, lad!