Give it to me!
CLARA (brings the wine).
CARL (drinks quickly).
Now we can start in again—planing, sawing, hammering, and, in between, eating, drinking, and sleeping, so that we can go on planing, sawing, and hammering, and on Sundays do a bit of praying into the bargain! I thank Thee, O Lord, that I may plane, saw, and hammer!
[Drinks.]
Long live every good dog that is tied to a chain, and yet does not snap at everything around him!
[He drinks again.]
And once more: Here's to his health!
CLARA.
Carl, do not drink so much! Father says the devil lurks in wine!