Geert.
God forbids you to bend your neck. Here—take it—Jelle. Next year Mother will give you pennies to play. “Arise men, brothers, all unite-e-ed”——
Kneir.
Please, Geert, please don’t. [Lays her hand on his mouth.]
Jo.
Hey! Stop tormenting your old mother on her birthday. [Jelle holds out his hand.] Here, you can’t stand on one leg.
Cob.
Do you want money from me? It’s all in the bank. [Pointing to Daan.] He’s the man to go to.
Daan.
[Crossly, drinking.] Peh! Don’t make a fool of me.