JACOB. I know, Jeppe! We were in the same company for two years.
JEPPE. So we were; I remember it now. You were hanged once when you ran away at Vissmar.
JACOB. I was going to be hanged, but I was pardoned. A miss is as good as a mile.
JEPPE. It's too bad you weren't hanged, Jacob! But weren't you with us at the auction on the heath—you know the one?
JACOB. Why, where wasn't I with you?
JEPPE. I never shall forget the first salt the Swedes made. I think 3000 men—or even 4000—fell all at once. Das ging fordeviled zu, Jacob! Du kannst das wohl rememberen. Ich kan nicht deny dass ich bange war at dat battle.
JACOB: Yes, yes, death is hard to face; a man always feels pious when he goes against the enemy.
Jeppe. Yes, that's so. I don't know how it happens. For I spent the whole night before the auction reading the Qualms of David.
JACOB. I wonder that you, who have been a soldier, should let yourself be browbeaten by your wife.
JEPPE. I? If I only could have her here now, you'd see how I should drub her! Another glass, Jacob! I still have eightpence, and when that's all drunk up I shall drink on credit. Give me a mug of ale, too. (Sings.)