Isolani. Wine invents nothing: it only tattles.
Illo. He who is not with me is against me. Your tender
consciences! Unless they can slip out by a back-door, by a
puny proviso——
Tertsky. He is stark mad—don't listen to him! [55]
Illo. Unless they can slip out by a proviso.—What of the
proviso? The devil take this proviso!
Max. What is there here then of such perilous import?
You make me curious—I must look closer at it.
Tertsky (in a low voice to Illo). What are you doing, Illo? 60
You are ruining us.
Tiefenbach (to Kolatto). Ay, ay! I observed, that before we
sat down to supper, it was read differently.
Goetz. Why, I seemed to think so too.
Isolani. What do I care for that? Where there stand other [65]
names, mine can stand too.
Tiefenbach. Before supper there was a certain proviso therein,
or short clause concerning our duties to the Emperor.