Herr Burgomaster, I would beg that my proposition be
presented in a proper manner before this honored popular assembly--
BURGOMASTER. Just listen to him! We know his proposition and it
simply remains for us to express ourselves. Well and good, I
consign it to the madhouse! It is the man's wish--think of it, my
children! that all may be permitted to tread upon smooth pavements.
So long as Our Lord creates different kinds of human beings, there
must be different kinds of stones on our streets. Is there anybody
who would add further remarks?
ONE OF THE PEOPLE. That isn't true! Our Lord does not create
different kinds of human beings.
BURGOMASTER. Who gave you permission to shriek?
ONE OF THE PEOPLE. Since we have no voice in things, we may at
least be allowed to shriek!
BURGOMASTER. Yes, shriek, and I'll put you in the lockup! There is
no one, of course, who has something to add?
RELATIVE. Herr Burgomaster, as a man of honor, may I not be
permitted to enter a protest against the scandalous attack that has
been made?
PEHR. I challenge the relative!
BURGOMASTER. And I, on the other hand, attach more weight to the
Relative's utterance since he is allied to a great man; that is
always the community's best guarantee--
ROOSTER. [From hen-coop outside the shoemaker's.] Cockelicoo!
BURGOMASTER. What's that devilish racket?
ONE OF THE PEOPLE. That's one who is blessed with a voice!
ROOSTER. Cockelicoo!
ONE OF THE PEOPLE. Arrest him! [Laughter and groans.
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