Out with it! The gentleman is looking for a place to live off his income.
Bar.
Shut up!—I will do anything—dig sand—plant broom—salting down—I’ll be a mason, or a carpenter—or errand boy——
Jo.
Or a burgomaster! Or a policeman! Hahaha! And walk about dark nights to catch thieves—Oh!—Oh!—what a brave man!
Bos.
Little vixen!
Bar.
You make me tired!—Did I complain when the salt ate the flesh off my paws so I couldn’t sleep nights with the pain?
Kneir.