They're off a journey, that is clear,—
From their strange manners; they have scarce been here
An hour.
FROSCH
You're right! Leipzig's the place for me!
'Tis quite a little Paris; people there
Acquire a certain easy, finish'd air.
SIEBEL
What take you now these travelers to be?
FROSCH
Let me alone! O'er a full glass you'll see,
As easily I'll worm their secret out
As draw an infant's tooth. I've not a doubt
That my two gentlemen are nobly born;
They look dissatisfied and full of scorn.
BRANDER
They are but mountebanks, I'll lay a bet!