He'll never get up again.
SECOND YOUNG WEAVER
[_Enters._] He's off!
ALL
Who?
SECOND YOUNG WEAVER
Dreissiger.
BECKER
Pfeifer too?
VOICES
Let's get hold o' Pfeifer! Look for Pfeifer!
BAUMERT
Yes, yes! Pfeifer! Tell him there's a weaver here for him to starve.
[_Laughter._
JAEGER
If we can't lay hands on that brute Dreissiger himself ... we'll make him
poor!
BAUMERT
As poor as a church mouse ... we'll see to that!
[_All, bent on the work of destruction, rush towards the drawing-room
door._
BECKER
[_Who is leading, turns round and stops the others._] Halt! Listen to me!
This is nothing but a beginnin'. When we're done here, we'll go straight
to Bielau, to Dittrich's, where the steam power-looms is. The whole
mischief's done by them factories.
OLD ANSORGE
[_Enters from hall. Takes a few steps, then stops and looks round,
scarcely believing his eyes; shakes his head, taps his forehead._] Who am
I? Weaver Anton Ansorge. Has he gone mad, Old Ansorge? My head's goin'
round like a humming-top, sure enough. What's he doin' here. He'll do
whatever he's a mind to. Where is Ansorge? [_He taps his forehead
repeatedly.
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