Part 18 (2/2)

BRANDER

Now that's your fault; from you we nothing see, No beastliness and no stupidity.

FROSCH

(Pours a gla.s.s of wine over BRANDER'S head.) There's both together!

BRANDER

Twice a swine!

FROSCH

You wanted them: I've given you mine.

SIEBEL

Turn out who quarrels-out the door!

With open throat sing chorus, drink and roar!

Up! holla! ho!

ALTMAYER

Woe's me, the fearful bellow!

Bring cotton, quick! He's split my ears, that fellow.

SIEBEL

When the vault echoes to the song, One first perceives the ba.s.s is deep and strong.

FROSCH

Well said! and out with him that takes the least offence!

Ah, tara, lara da!

ALTMAYER

Ah, tara, lara, da!

FROSCH

The throats are tuned, commence!

(Sings.)

The dear old holy Roman realm, How does it hold together?

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