ANSORGE
Have you killed the little dog?
OLD BAUMERT
We had to do that or starve.
ANSORGE
Well, well! That's so!
MOTHER BAUMERT
A nice, kind little beast he was, too!
JAEGER
Are you as keen as ever on roast dog hereabouts?
OLD BAUMERT
Lord, if we could only get enough of it!
MOTHER BAUMERT
A nice little bit o' meat like that does you a lot o' good.
OLD BAUMERT
Have you lost the taste for it, Moritz? Stay with us a bit, and it'll
soon come back to you.
ANSORGE
[_Sniffing._] Yes, yes! That will be a tasty bite--what a good smell it
has!
OLD BAUMERT
[_Sniffing._] Fine as spice, you might say.
ANSORGE
Come, then, Moritz, tell us your opinion, you that's been out and seen
the world. Is things at all like to improve for us weavers, eh?
JAEGER
They would need to.
ANSORGE
We're in an awful state here. It's not livin' an' it's not dyin'. A man
fights to the bitter end, but he's bound to be beat at last--to be left
without a roof over his head, you may say without ground under his feet.
As long as he can work at the loom he can earn some sort o poor,
miserable livin'. But it's many a day since I've been able to get that
sort o' job.
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