WITTIG
Do you think I would sit beside a set of rascals like you?
JAEGER
Come and take a glass with us.
WITTIG
Keep your brandy to yourselves. I pay for my own drink. [Takes his glass and sits down beside BAUMERT and ANSORGE. Clapping the latter on the stomach.] What's the weavers' food so nice? Sauerkraut and roasted lice!
OLD BAUMERT
[Drunk with excitement.] But what would you say now if they'd made up their minds as how they would put up with it no longer.
WITTIG
[With pretended astonishment, staring open-mouthed at the old weaver.] Heinerle! you don't mean to tell me that that's you? [Laughs immoderately.] O Lord, O Lord! I could laugh myself to death. Old Baumert risin' in rebellion! We'll have the tailors at it next, and then there'll be a rebellion among the baa-lambs, and the rats and the mice. Damn it all, but we'll see some sport.