SCHLOSS.
Impertinent fellow!
MÜLLER.
His hair isn't even trimmed.
PLAYWR.
Gentlemen-pardon my boldness.
FISCHER.
How can you write such plays? Why haven't you trained yourself?
PLAYWR.
Grant me just one minute's audience before you condemn me. I know that the honorable public must pass judgment on the author, and that from them there is no appeal, but I know the justice of an honorable public, and I am assured they will not frighten me away from a course in which I so need their indulgent guidance.