_] Them's all a crowd o' thieves around here--that's what
... Gustav, don't you cry! They can't, in God's name--they can't do
nothin' to you ...
WEHRHAHN
Hands off! Or ... Hands off!
RAUCHHAUPT
Your honour, I'll take my oath o' office, that's what I'll take, that my
boy here is innercent!
WEHRHAHN
_Tempi passati_. You're getting yourself into trouble. For the last time:
Hands off!
RAUCHHAUPT
Then I'd rather kill him right here on the spot, your honour!
WEHRHAHN
[_Steps between and separates RAUCHHAUPT from his son._] Move' on! You're
not to touch the boy! If you dare the constable will draw his sabre!
RAUCHHAUPT
[_White as chalk, half maddened with excitement, has loosened his hold on
GUSTAV and plants himself in front of the main door._] Don't do that to
me, your honour, for God's sake, for Christ's sake--don't! That's a point
o' honour with me--a point o' honour! Anythin' exceptin' that! I'll go
instead. I c'n furnish bail. I'll run an' get bail. I c'n get back here
right away! Eh? C'n I? Or can't that be done now?
WEHRHAHN
Stuff and nonsense. Move out of the way!
RAUCHHAUPT
I knows who it was that did it!
_WEHRHAHN thrusts RAUCHHAUPT aside and the two officers conduct
GUSTAV out.
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