Come, let us make acquaintance with their faces.
A stiff tobacco, and a good strong beer,
And a fine girl well-rigged, that’s the true Burschen cheer!
Burghers’ Daughters.
Look only at those spruce young fellows there!
In sooth, ’tis more than one can bear;
The best society have they, if they please,
And run after such low-bred queans as these!
Second Student. [to the first]
Not quite so fast! there comes a pair behind,