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I wouldn't ha' done it, but there's no more to be made now by basket-weaving'.
WIEGAND
It's always better than nothin'. He does it only to give you employment.
I know Dreissiger very well. When I was up there takin' out his double windows last week we were talkin' about it, him and me. It's out of pity that he does it.
ANSORGE
Well, well, well! That may be so.
WELZEL
[_Setting a gla.s.s of schnapps on the table before each of the weavers._]
Here you are, then. I say, Ansorge, how long is it since you had a shave?
The gentleman over there would like to know.
TRAVELLER
[_Calls across._] Now, Mr. Welzel, you know I didn't say that. I was only struck by the venerable appearance of the master-weaver. It isn't often one sees such a gigantic figure.
ANSORGE
[_Scratching his head, embarra.s.sed._] Well, well!
TRAVELLER
Such specimens of primitive strength are rare nowadays. We're all rubbed smooth by civilisation ... but I can still take pleasure in nature untampered with.... These bushy eyebrows! That tangled length of beard!
HORNIG
Let me tell you, sir, that them people haven't the money to pay a barber, and as to a razor for themselves, that's altogether beyond them. What grows, grows. They haven't nothing to throw away on their outsides.
TRAVELLER
My good friend, you surely don't imagine that I would ... [_Aside to WELZEL._] Do you think I might offer the hairy one a gla.s.s of beer?
WELZEL
No, no; you mustn't do that. He wouldn't take it. He's got some queer ideas in that head o' his.
TRAVELLER
All right, then, I won't. With your permission, Miss. [_He seats himself at ANNA'S table._] I declare, Miss, that I've not been able to take my eyes off your hair since I came in--such glossy softness, such a splendid quant.i.ty! [_Ecstatically kisses his finger-tips._] And what a colour!...
like ripe wheat. Come to Berlin with that hair and you'll create no end of a sensation. On my honour, with hair like that you may go to Court....
[_Leans back, looking at it._] Glorious, simply glorious!
WIEGAND
They've given her a fine name because of it.
TRAVELLER
And what may that be?
ANNA
[_Laughing quietly to herself._] Oh, don't listen to that!
HORNIG
The chestnut filly, isn't it?
WELZEL
Come now, we've had enough o' this. I'm not goin' to have the girl's head turned altogether. She's had a-plenty of silly notions put into it already. She'll hear of nothing under a count today, and to-morrow it'll be a prince.
MRS. WELZEL
Don't abuse the girl, father. There's no harm in wantin' to rise in the world. It's as well that people don't all think as you do, or n.o.body would get on at all. If Dreissiger's grandfather had been of your way of thinkin', they would be poor weavers still. And now they're rollin' in wealth. An' look at old Tromtra. He was nothing but a weaver, too, and now he owns twelve estates, an' he's been made a n.o.bleman into the bargain.
WIEGAND
Yes, Welzel, you must look at the thing fairly. Your wife's in the right this time. I can answer for that. I'd never be where I am, with seven workmen under me, if I had thought like you.
HORNIG
Yes, you understand the way to get on; that your worst enemy must allow.
Before the weaver has taken to bed, you're gettin' his coffin ready.
WIEGAND
A man must stick to his business if he's to get on.
HORNIG
No fear of you for that. You know before the doctor when death's on the way to knock at a weaver's door.
WIEGAND
[_Attempting to laugh, suddenly furious._] And you know better'n the police where the thieves are among the weavers, that keep back two or three bobbins full every week. It's rags you ask for but you don't say No, if there's a little yarn among them.
HORNIG
An' your corn grows in the churchyard. The more that are bedded on the sawdust, the better for you. When you see the rows o' little children's graves, you pats yourself on the belly and says you: This has been a good year; the little brats have fallen like c.o.c.kchafers off the trees. I can allow myself a quart extra in the week again.
WIEGAND
And supposin' this is all true, it still don't make me a receiver of stolen goods.