I fain would be aboard her,
My kingdom’s on the sea.
Yes, but first [He looks at the clock.]—What time is it?—Nine o’clock.
A lad that’s young and growing
Must e’en be up and going,
No matter where, says he.
Enter, Master ANTONY.
I should have an apology to make to you, but if I forgive you for contracting secret debts and pay them off for you into the bargain, you will probably allow me to omit the apology?
The one is good, the other is not necessary. As soon as I sell my Sunday clothes I shall myself be able to satisfy the people who have a claim of a few thalers against me. And that I shall do tomorrow, for as a sailor [To himself]—There, it is out! [Aloud]—I shall no longer need them!
What kind of talk is that again?
This is not the first time you have heard it, but today you may answer me as you will! My mind is made up!
You are of age, that is true!
And just because I am of age I am not defiant about it! For in my opinion birds and fishes should not quarrel over the question whether it is better in the water or in the air. Just one thing—either you will never see me again, or else you will clap me on the shoulder and say: Well done!
We’ll wait and see! I shall not have to pay off the fellow that I have taken on in your place. That’s all.
I thank you.
Tell me: Did the bailiff, instead of taking you by the shortest way to the burgomaster, really lead you around through the whole town and—
Up the street, down the street, across the marketplace like a carnival ox! But do not doubt it—I shall settle up with him too before I go! ANTONY.
I do not blame you for that, but I forbid you to do it! CARL.
I’ll not let you out of my sight! I myself would run to the man’s aid, if you tried to attack him!
I thought that you loved my mother too!
I shall prove it!
SECRETARY (staggers in; he is pale, and is holding a handkerchief against his breast). Where is Clara? [He falls into a chair.] God!—Good evening! Thank Heaven that I had time to get here!—Where is she?
She went to—Where is she? Her talk—I am afraid—[Exit.]
[Illustration: DEATH AS FRIEND From a Drawing by Alfred Rethel]