Only one has fall’n—the which—
Nicolaas. As I’ve just had information,
Fell dead drunk into a ditch.
D’Eglantiers. Good!—you now may cease your labours!
So!—a neat despatch you see,
Accurate and interesting,
As they always ought to be.
Nicolaas. Such as all despatches be!
D’Eglantiers. Well—now let us just look at it. H’m that’s written very cleverly. Now for the proclamation. Another sheet of paper! Write: Proclamation! Have you written that sentence?
Maria. Yes—what next?