[Octavio runs over the paper with apparent indifference. Tertsky watches him at some distance.
Goetz (to Tertsky). Noble Count! with your 25
permission—Good night.
Tertsky. Where's the hurry? Come, one other composing
draught. (To the Servants)—Ho!
Goetz. Excuse me—an't able.
Tertsky. A thimble-full! 30
Goetz. Excuse me.
Tiefenbach (sits down). Pardon me, nobles!—This standing
does not agree with me.
Tertsky. Consult only your own convenience, General!
Tiefenbach. Clear at head, sound in stomach—only my legs [35]
won't carry me any longer.
Isolani. Poor legs! how should they? Such an unmerciful
load!