LEUTNER.
Why, what's this again? How did these people ever get into
Gottlieb's room?
SCHLOSS.
I won't rack my brains about anything more.
MACHIN.
But, dear friend, you certainly do ask too much, to have all this done in such a hurry, entirely on the spur of the moment.
PLAYWR.
I believe you are against me, too; you also rejoice in my misfortune.
MACHIN.
Not in the least.