REYNARD [loudly] Saint Willibald!
BEAR
—Saint Willibald!
OTHER ANIMALS
[looking out]
( Saint Willibald!
( Saint! Oh!
CROWD
Saint Willibald!—And what had he to do
With ridding us o' rats?
HANS the Butcher
'T was the Piping Man
Who came and stood here in the market-place,
And swore to do it for one thousand guilders!
PETER the Cobbler
Ay, and he did it, too!—Saint Willibald!
[Renewed uproar round the tent.]
KURT
[to Jacobus]
Drive out those mountebanks! 'T is ever so.
Admit them to the town and you must pay
Their single show with riotings a week.—
Look yonder at your daughter.
[BARBARA lingers by the Ark-Tent, gazing with girlish interest at MICHAEL, who gazes at her, his bear-head in his band for the moment.]
JACOBUS
Barbara!