Scene I.--Soldiers and Citizens (with cross-bows)
Jetter (steps forward, and bends his cross-bow). Soest, Buyck, Ruysum
Soest. Come, shoot away, and have done with it! You won't beat me! Three
black rings, you never made such a shot in all your life. And so I'm master for this
Jetter. Master and king to boot; who envies you? You'll have to pay double
reckoning; 'tis only fair you should pay for your dexterity.
Buyck. Jetter, I'll buy your shot, share the prize, and treat the company. I have
already been here so long, and am a debtor for so many civilities. If I miss, then it
shall be as if you had shot.
Soest. I ought to have a voice, for in fact I am the loser. No matter! Come,
Buyck, shoot away.
Buyck (shoots). Now, corporal, look out!--One! Two! Three! Four!
Soest. Four rings! So be it!
All. Hurrah! Long live the King! Hurrah! Hurrah!
Buyck. Thanks, sirs, master even were too much! Thanks for the honour.
Jetter. You have no one to thank but yourself. Ruysum. Let me tell you-
Soest. How now, grey-beard?
Ruysum. Let me tell you!--He shoots like his master, he shoots like Egmont.
Buyck. Compared with him I am only a bungler. He aims with the rifle as no one
else does. Not only when he's lucky or in the vein; no! he levels, and the bull's-
eye is pierced. I have learned from him. He were indeed a blockhead, who could
serve under him and learn nothing!--But, sirs, let us not forget! A king maintains
his followers; and so, wine here, at the king's charge!
Jetter. We have agreed among ourselves that each--
Buyck. I am a foreigner, and a king, and care not a jot for your laws and