You're a
back number, Schulze. Soon you'll see that they will move you into
the ox-grove!
STATUE. A people who reverence their great men and cherish past
events can never sink so low as to consign their statues to the
ox-grove.
[Shoemaker comes out from his house and opens shop window.]
SHOEMAKER. I believe there has been rain in the night, brother
Schulze looks so shiny. If it will only be fair weather when the
singing society makes its appearance! [Shouts back into the house.]
Hans!
HANS. [At window.] Yes, master.
SHOEMAKER. Sit here by the window with your work, I'm going out
to fulfil a civic duty.
HANS. Yes, master.
SHOEMAKER. If you don't watch out, I'll let the strap do a dance on
your back! Do you hear that, knave?
HANS. Yes, master.
[Enter Wagonmaker, with a banner.]
WAGONMAKER. 'Morning, Shoemaker.
SHOEMAKER. Good morning.
[Enter Chiropodist, with a laurel wreath.]
CHIROPODIST. Good morning, good morning. Shall we wait for the
burgomaster? I think we'd better hurry along, it's preparing for
more rain.
SHOEMAKER. That's just what I said to myself this morning,
therefore I was wise and brought my raincoat.
WAGONMAKER. The people should now assemble here and form a
procession, but I don't see a cat! Shoemaker, didn't you tell the
printer that we were to celebrate the Memorial Festival to-day?
SHOEMAKER. Why certainly, certainly!
WAGONMAKER. Will the gentlemen please form a semi-circle around the
object's pedestal--so!
CHIROPODIST.
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