FROSCH
No drinking? Naught a laugh to raise?
None of your gloomy looks, I pray!
You, who so bright were wont to blaze,
Are dull as wetted straw today.
BRANDER
'Tis all your fault; your part you do not bear,
No beastliness, no folly.
FROSCH (pours a glass of wine over his head)
There,
You have them both!
BRANDER
You double beast!
FROSCH
'Tis what you ask'd me for, at least!