Come to my arms, Gustav!
OLD HILSE
[_Mutters._] Let me alone.
OLD BAUMERT
I'll tell you what, Gustav. It's nothin' but luck that's wanted. You look
at me. What do I look like? Luck's what's wanted. Don't I look like a
lord? [_Pats his stomach._] Guess what's in there! There's food fit for a
prince in that belly. When luck's with him a man gets roast hare to eat
an' champagne wine to drink.--I'll tell you all something: We've made a
big mistake--we must help ourselves.
ALL
[_Speaking at once._] We must help ourselves, hurrah!
OLD BAUMERT
As soon as we gets the first good bite inside us we're different men.
Damn it all! but you feels the power comin' into you till you're like an
ox, an' that wild with strength that you hit out right an' left without
as much as takin' time to look. Dash it, but it's grand!
JAEGER
[_At the door, armed with an old cavalry sword._] We've made one or two
first-rate attacks.
BECKER
We knows how to set about it now. One, two, three, an' we're inside the
house. Then, at it like lightnin'--bang, crack, shiver! till the sparks
are flyin' as if it was a smithy.
FIRST YOUNG WEAVER
It wouldn't be half bad to light a bit o' fire.
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