(He takes the rabbit out of the bag and puts it into the knapsack.)
Hold! Hold!—truly I must take care not to devour the game myself. I must just tie up the knapsack quickly only to be able to restrain my passion. Fie! for shame, Hinze! Is it not the duty of the nobleman to sacrifice himself and his desires to the happiness of his brother creatures? That's the reason why we live, and whoever cannot do that—oh, it were better for him if he had never been born!
(He is on the point of withdrawing; violent applause and shouting of "Encore;" he has to repeat the last beautiful passage, then he bows respectfully and goes of with the rabbit.)
FISCHER.
Oh, what a noble man!
MÜLLER.
What a beautifully human state of mind!
SCHLOSS.
One can still be benefited by things like this, but when I see such nonsense I should like to smash it with a single blow.