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HENSCHEL
Don't take no offence, sir. A woman like that! A man has his troubles with her.--Now you hurry up, mother, an' get well, or some fine day you'll be tellin' me I been to Bolkenhain an' stole horses.
SIEBENHAAR
Here, drink your wine and try to gain some strength.
MRS. HENSCHEL
If only a body could be sure!
_SIEBENHAAR supports her while she drinks._
HENSCHEL
What's wrong now again?
MRS. HENSCHEL
[_After she has drunk._] Could you give me a promise?
HENSCHEL
I'll give you any promise you wants.
MRS. HENSCHEL
If I dies, would you go an' marry her?
HENSCHEL
Don't ask such fool questions.
MRS. HENSCHEL
Yes or no!
HENSCHEL
Marry Hanne? [_Jestingly._] O' course I would!
MRS. HENSCHEL
I mean it--serious ...!
HENSCHEL
Now I just wish you'd listen to this, Mr. Siebenhaar! What's a man to say? You're not goin' to die!
MRS. HENSCHEL
But if I does?
HENSCHEL
I won't marry her anyhow! Now you see? An' now you know it! We can make an end o' this business.
MRS. HENSCHEL
Can you promise it?
HENSCHEL
Promise what?
MRS. HENSCHEL
That you wouldn't go an' marry the girl!
HENSCHEL
I'll promise, too; I'm willin' to.
MRS. HENSCHEL
An' you'll give me your hand in token?
HENSCHEL
I'm tellin' you: Yes. [_He puts his hand into hers._] But now it's all right. Now don't worry me no more with such stuff.
THE CURTAIN FALLS.
THE SECOND ACT
_A beautiful forenoon in May._
_The same room as in the first act. The bed, in which MRS. HENSCHEL lay, is no longer there. The window which it covered is wide open.
HANNE, her face toward the window, her sleeves turned up above her elbows, is busy at the washtub._
_FRANZ, his s.h.i.+rt-sleeves and trousers also rolled up, his bare feet in wooden pattens, comes in carrying a pail. He has been was.h.i.+ng waggons._
FRANZ
