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GOETZ.

Excuse me—an't able.

TERTSKY.

A thimble-full!

GOETZ.

Excuse me.

TIEFENBACH. (sits down.)

Pardon me, nobles!—This standing does not

agree with me.

TERTSKY.

Consult your own convenience, General!

TIEFENBACH.

Clear at head, sound in stomach—only my legs

won't carry me any longer.

ISOLANI. (pointing at his corpulence)

Poor legs! how should they! Such an unmerciful

load! (Octavio subscribes his name, and
reaches over the paper to Tertsky, who gives it
to Isolani; and he goes to the table to sign his
name.)

TIEFENBACH.

'Twas that war in Pomerania that first brought

it on. Out in all weathers—ice and snow—no help
for it. I shall never get the better of it all the
days of my life.

GOETZ.

Why, in simple verity, your Swede makes no

nice inquiries about the season.

TERTSKY. (observing Isolani, whose hand trembles

excessively so that he can scarce direct his

pen). Have you had that ugly complaint
long, noble brother?—Despatch it.

ISOLANI