RAUCHHAUPT
Your honour, I'll take my oath o' office, that's what I'll take, that my boy here is innercent!
WEHRHAHN
Tempi passati. You're getting yourself into trouble. For the last time: Hands off!
RAUCHHAUPT
Then I'd rather kill him right here on the spot, your honour!
WEHRHAHN
[Steps between and separates RAUCHHAUPT from his son.] Move' on! You're not to touch the boy! If you dare the constable will draw his sabre!
RAUCHHAUPT
[White as chalk, half maddened with excitement, has loosened his hold on GUSTAV and plants himself in front of the main door.] Don't do that to me, your honour, for God's sake, for Christ's sake—don't! That's a point o' honour with me—a point o' honour! Anythin' exceptin' that! I'll go instead. I c'n furnish bail. I'll run an' get bail. I c'n get back here right away! Eh? C'n I? Or can't that be done now?