Oh, come, this open field is too narrow for my emotions, we must climb the highest mountain, to tell all nature how happy we are.
[Exit the lovers, quickly and full of delight. Loud applause and bravos in the pit.]
WIESENER (clapping).
The lover thoroughly exhausted himself. Oh, my,
I gave myself such a blow on the hand that it swelled right up.
NEIGHBOR.
You do not know how to restrain yourself when you are glad.
WIESENER.
Yes, I am always that way.
FISCHER.
Ah!—that was certainly something for the heart; that makes one feel good again!