Fritz.
To be sure, pardon me!... Pardon me, dear Agnes!... It is the heat ... It makes one quite idiotic.... Please bring me anything you like.... No, bring me rather some Rhine wine.... Bring some of the '64.
Major (laughing).
You go eagerly at the stuff, my son....
Fritz.
Forgive me, father, if I was too bold. I don't know how I came to do it.
Major (to Agnes).
Just bring it, bring it.
(Agnes takes the keys from the shelf and goes out to the right.)
Frau von Drosse.