’Twixt the coffin’s natural frontiers,
Kept still and completely dead.
The Fellah.
I’ll do it! My life for a halter!
To the gallows with hide and hair!—
At first there will be some difference,
But that time will smooth away.
[Goes off and prepares to hang himself.
Begriffenfeldt.
There’s a personality for you, Herr Peer,—