The Crowd.
[In the tent.] Long live Stensgård! Hurrah! Hurrah for the League of Youth! Wine! Punch! Hei, hei! Beer! Hurrah!
Bastian.
[Comes from the tent.] God bless you and every one! [With tears in his voice.] Oh, Doctor, I feel so strong this evening; I must do something.
Fieldbo.
Don’t mind me. What would you like to do?
Bastian.
I think I’ll go down to the dancing-room and fight one or two fellows.
[Goes out behind the tent.
Stensgård.