Photographer [calmed]. I thought I heard one.
Second Photographer. It is you who are an ass. I have become cross-eyed on account of your shouting: "An ass! An ass!"
Mary [wearily]. Papa, children, look! A policeman is coming.
[Excitement and noise. On one side a crowd pulling a policeman, on the other the hotel keeper; both keep crying: "Excuse me! Excuse me!"]
Tourist. Policeman, there he is, the fakir, the swindler.
Pastor. Policeman, there he is, the adulterer, the murderer, the coveter of his neighbor's ass—
Policeman. Excuse me, excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. We will bring him to his senses in short order and make him confess.
Hotel Keeper. I can't make him fall if he doesn't want to.
Policeman. Hey, you, young man out there! Can you fall or can't you? Confess!
Unknown Man [sullenly]. I don't want to fall!