Glyszinski. Let me pass!
Paul. That way, please! (He points to the left.)
Glyszinski (with clenched fists). Brutal fellow! (He struts toward the left and runs into Laskowski, who is still standing in the group with Schrock and the rest, and who immediately fraternizes with him.)
Paul (looking at him as he goes). A rare team!
Laskowski (approaches Glyszinski, trying to embrace him). Old chap!... Are you a Pole?
Glyszinski. A Pole! Yes, indeed! von Glyszinski!
Laskowski. Your name is Glyszinski! Mine is Laskowski! Come to my heart, fellow countryman!
Raabe. Boys, such a thing as that calls for a drink. (He goes over toward the left.)
Laskowski. Drink, fellow countryman! Drink and kiss my wife. Do you want to kiss my wife?
Glyszinski (pompously). Sir!