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!
[Octavio subscribes his name, and reaches over the paper to Tertsky, who gives it to Isolani; and he goes to the table to sign his name.
Tiefenbach. 'Twas that war in Pomerania that first brought
it on. Out in all weathers—ice and snow—no help for it.—I 40
shall never get the better of it all the days of my life.
Goetz. Why, in simple verity, your Swede makes no nice
enquiries about the season.