The Dreissigers true hangmen are,
Servants no whit behind them;
Masters and men with one accord
Set on the poor to grind them.
You villains all, you brood of hell …
OLD BAUMERT
[Trembling with rage, stamping on the floor.] Yes, brood of hell!!!
JAEGER
[Reads.]
You fiends in fashion human,
A curse will fall on all like you,
Who prey on man and woman.
ANSORGE
Yes, yes, a curse upon them!