STRECKMANN
The dam' carrion always spits at me!
AUGUST
Carrion is a dead beast …!
STRECKMANN
August, let's be at peace. Father Bernd is right; people ought to like each other! An' it isn't Christian the way you act sour like! Come on now! Have a drink! You're not good-lookin', your worst enemy'd have to admit that, but you're fine when it comes to readin' an' writin' an' you've got your affairs pretty well arranged! Well, then, here's to your weddin'—an early one an' a merry one!
BERND takes the bottle and drinks since AUGUST remains quite unresponsive.
STRECKMANN
I take that real kind o' you, father Bernd.