HERR STAAR.
All you have to do is to strew your flowers and fling them in his face.
(The blast of a trumpet very much out of tune.)
BURGOMASTER.
Quick, quick! All go to meet him!
HERR STAAR.
The children lead the way!
SPERLING (snatches the bread and butter out of their hands and throws it on the table).
Leave your bread and butter here.
HERR STAAR (urging the children toward the door).