[He nearly splits with laughter.
OLD BAUMERT
You needn't go on like that, Wittig. I'm the same man I've always been. I still say 'twould be better if things could be put right peaceably.
WITTIG
Rot! How could it be done peaceably? Did they do it peaceably in France? Did Robespeer tickle the rich men's palms? No! It was: Away with them, every one! To the gilyoteen with 'em! Allongs onfong! You've got your work before you. The geese'll not fly ready roasted into your mouths.
OLD BAUMERT
If I could make even half a livin' …
FIRST OLD WEAVER
The water's up to our chins now, Wittig.