JUST.
As much so as to turn an honourable man who cannot pay to a day, out
of doors, into the street.

LAND.
Fie! who would be so wicked?

JUST.
A Christian innkeeper.--My master! such a man! such an officer!

LAND.
I thrust him from the house into the streets? I have far too much
respect for an officer to do that, and far too much pity for a
discharged one! I was obliged to have another room prepared for him.
Think no more about it, Herr Just.
(Calls)
--Hullo! I will make it good in another way.
(A lad comes.)
Bring a glass; Herr Just will have a drop; something good.

JUST.
Do not trouble yourself, Mr. Landlord. May the drop turn to poison,
which... But I will not swear; I have not yet breakfasted.

LAND. (to the lad, who brings a bottle of spirits and a glass).
Give it here; go! Now, Herr Just; something quite excellent; strong,
delicious, and wholesome.
(Fills, and holds it out to him.)
That can set an over-taxed stomach to rights again!

JUST.
I hardly ought!--And yet why should I let my health suffer on account
of his incivility?
(Takes it, and drinks.)

LAND.
May it do you good, Herr Just!

JUST. (giving the glass back).
Not bad! But, Landlord, you are nevertheless an ill-mannered brute!

LAND.
Not so, not so!... Come, another glass; one cannot stand upon one
leg.

JUST. (after drinking).
I must say so much--it is good, very good! Made at home, Landlord?

LAND.
At home, indeed! True Dantzig, real double distilled!

JUST.
Look ye, Landlord; if I could play the hypocrite, I would do so for
such stuff as that; but I cannot, so it must out.--You are an ill-
mannered brute all the same.

LAND.
Nobody in my life ever told me that before... But another glass,
Herr Just; three is the lucky number!

JUST.
With all my heart!--
(Drinks).
Good stuff indeed, capital! But truth is good also, and indeed,
Landlord, you are an ill-mannered brute all the same!

LAND.
If I was, do you think I should let you say so?

JUST.
Oh! yes; a brute seldom has spirit.

LAND.
One more, Herr Just: a four-stranded rope is the strongest.

JUST.
No, enough is as good as a feast! And what good will it do you,
Landlord? I shall stick to my text till the last drop in the bottle.
Shame, Landlord, to have such good Dantzig, and such bad manners! To
turn out of his room, in his absence-