(Enter Henrich.)
HENRICH. Here is the syrup.
GESKE. Pour it into the pot. Goodness me, some one is knocking. It must be the wives of councillors to call on me.
HENRICH (at the door). Whom do you want to speak to?
GIRL. Tell your master that he can lie like ten tinkers. I have worn out a pair of shoes running to and fro after the dripping-pan.
HENRICH. I say, whom do you want to speak to?
GIRL. I want to speak to Master Herman.
HENRICH. You are on a wild-goose chase. Burgomaster von Bremenfeld lives here.
GIRL. It is a scandal when people can't get their things done, and have to let themselves be made fools of by a miserable tinker.
HENRICH. If you have any fault to find with tinkers, you must go to the Council Hall; you will get justice there, or I don't know Burgomaster von Bremenfeld.