HANS the Butcher
Hark! Hark!
[AXEL and his wife reenter hastily; AXEL rushes toward the noise.
AXEL'S WIFE
Oh, I hear something! Can it be—
PETER the Cobbler
They're shouting.
HANS the Butcher
My Iambs,—my lambs!
[AXEL reenters, crestfallen]
AXEL the Smith 'Tis naught—but Barbara His—his!
[Shaking his fist at the house of Jacobus.
PETER the Cobbler [calling] Jacobus!
[The others are stricken with disappointment.