LINDENSCHMIED.
He'll look out for his skin, the Hereditary Forester will.
[Softly.]
If there were no judges that sit around the green table, and if there were no—
[Indicates by a pantomime that he means the hangman.]
FREI.
His reign is at an end. He—For now it is
[Strikes the table.]
Liberty! Long life to the Hereditary Forester! And whoever has any evil intentions toward him—I am alluding to no one—
MÖLLER (hurriedly).