D’Eglantiers. All the wine and provisions in the place must be presented to my troops as a voluntary gift.
Nicolaas. Anything else?
D’Eglantiers. All swords, guns, knives, spades, axes, pickaxes, ploughshares—in short, all iron tools must be handed over to me.
Nicolaas. He’s not hard to please, he isn’t.
D’Eglantiers. And the council is to deliberate whether it would not be well to send in an address declaring their submission to the Government.
Michiel. A very good idea.
Nicolaas. I should like to say a word.
D’Eglantiers. Speak up!
Taelinck. He can’t speak. He is only the ex-Burgomaster; he is not entitled to a share in the proceedings.
D’Eglantiers. Never mind—let him speak as one not entitled.