OLD BAUMERT
If I could make even half a livin' ...
FIRST OLD WEAVER
The water's up to our chins now, Wittig.
SECOND OLD WEAVER
We're afraid to go home. It's all the same whether we works or whether we
lies abed; it's starvation both ways.
FIRST OLD WEAVER
A man's like to go mad at home.
OLD ANSORGE
I've come to that pass now that I don't care how things goes.
OLD WEAVERS
[_With increasing excitement._] "We've no peace anywhere."--"We've no
spirit left to work."--"Up with us in Steenkunzendorf you can see a
weaver sittin' by the stream washin' hisself the whole day long, naked as
God made him. It's driven him clean out of his mind."
THIRD OLD WEAVER
[_Moved by the spirit, stands up and begins to "speak with tongues,"
stretching out his hand threateningly._] Judgement is at hand! Have no
dealings with the rich and the great! Judgement is at hand! The Lord God
of Sabaoth ...
[_Some of the weavers laugh. He is pulled down on to his seat._
WELZEL
That's a chap that can't stand a single glass--he gets wild at once.
THIRD OLD WEAVER
[_Jumps up again._] But they--they believe not in God, not in hell, not
in heaven. They mock at religion.
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