WILKENS.
Well. That might still—
FORESTER.
After the cursed wind from the direction of Hersbruck once has made havoc in it? You talk as you understand it.
SOPHY (anxiously).
But what is to become of us?
FORESTER.
We are honest people, and such we shall remain. WILKENS. Well! As if honesty entered even remotely into this question!
FORESTER.
But, gracious heavens! What else does enter? Hey? Am I to play the sycophant? Just try to kick me! You'll soon learn better. And laugh in my sleeve? Only no honest, fearless word! That is your peasant's philosophy. As long as they don't touch your pocket-book, you put up with anything. If you are not compelled—