THIRD OLD WEAVER
[Raising his voice.] But hell is opened, saith the Lord; its jaws are gaping wide, to swallow up all those that oppress the afflicted and pervert judgement in the cause of the poor. [Wild excitement.]
THIRD OLD WEAVER
[Suddenly declaiming schoolboy fashion.]
When one has thought upon it well,
It's still more difficult to tell
Why they the linen-weaver's work despise.
BECKER
But we're fustian-weavers, man.
[Laughter.
HORNIG
The linen-weavers is ever so much worse off than you. They're wanderin' about among the hills like ghosts. You people here have still got the pluck left in you to kick up a row.