Peer.
Ay, it’s very true that remark of yours;
One has to lay on, like the old Berserkers.
The Button-moulder.
You, friend, on the other hand, took your sin lightly.
Peer.
Only outwardly, friend, like a splash of mud.
The Button-moulder.
Ah, we’ll soon be at one now. The sulphur pool
Is no place for you, who but plashed in the mire.