OLD HILSE
An' what's the devil sendin' you to do now, with your poles an' axes?
BECKER
These are what we're goin' to break on Dittrich's back.
SECOND YOUNG WEAVER
We'll heat 'em red hot an' stick 'em down the manufacturers' throats, so as they'll feel for once what burnin' hunger tastes like.
THIRD YOUNG WEAVER
Come along, father Hilse! We'll give no quarter.
SECOND YOUNG WEAVER
No one had mercy on us—neither God nor man. Now we're standin' up for our rights ourselves.