OLD WOMAN. True enough, it does run through you. I feel it here now! And it really makes one feel quite light. Come—give me some more. [ Drinks again ] Fine! Now I'm quite young again.
PEASANT. Didn't I tell you?
OLD WOMAN. Ah, it's a pity my old man is no longer here. He might have seen once more what I was like in my young days.
Labourer plays. Peasant and Wife dance.
OLD WOMAN[ comes into the middle ] Do you call that dancing? Let me show you. [ Dances ] That's the way! Then like this, and like that! Do you see?
Grandfather goes up to the vessel and lets the spirit run out on to the ground.
PEASANT[ notices and rushes at his Grandfather ] What are you up to, you old fool? Spilling such fine stuff! Oh, you old dotard! [ Pushes him away and holds tumbler under tap ] You've emptied it all!
GRANDFATHER. It's evil and not good! God has sent you a good harvest for you to feed yourself and others, but you have turned the corn into devils' drink. No good will come of it. Give up this business. Else you'll perish and ruin others! You think this is drink? It's fire, and will burn you up! [ Takes a brand from the fire and lights the spilt spirit. The spirit burns. They all look on with horror ].
Curtain.