2nd Peasant. Yes, yes; we settled it all while you were fast asleep—You are to be carried, you and your knapsack.
{They prepare to carry him.}
Charles (starting up, and struggling with them). I’ve legs to walk—I won’t be carried!—I, a Swede, and be carried!—No! No!—
All together. Yes! Yes!
Charles. No! No!—(he struggles for his knapsack, which comes untied in the struggle, and all the things fall out.)—There, this comes of playing the fool.
{They help him to pick up the things, and exclaim,}
All. There’s no harm done—(throwing the knapsack over his shoulder).
Charles. I’m the first to march, after all.
Peasants. Ay, in your sleep!
{Exeunt, laughing.}