More than we?
WIESENER (to his neighbor).
But I wonder why you are stamping? We two like the play, do we not?
NEIGHBOR.
That's true too—absent-mindedly, because they're all doing it. (Claps with might and main.)
AUTHOR.
A few voices are still favorable to me, however. For pity, do put up with my poor play; a rogue gives more than he has, and it will be over soon, too. I am so confused and frightened that I can think of nothing else to say to you.
ALL.
We want to hear nothing, know nothing.
AUTHOR (raging, drags the peacemaker forward).