[Significantly.] Who knows but something may be goin' to happen? Eh, Moritz?
HORNIG
Come, come, lads. Don't you be a-gettin' of yourselves into mischief.
BECKER
Blood's flowed already. Would you like to see it?
[He pulls up his sleeve and shows bleeding tattoo-marks on the upper part of his arm. Many of the other young weavers do the same.
BECKER
We've been at barber Schmidt's gettin' ourselves vaccinated.
HORNIG
Now the thing's explained. Little wonder there's such an uproar in the place, with a band of young rapscallions like you paradin' round.