Auerbach's Cellar In Leipzig
No drinking? Naught a laugh to raise?
None of your gloomy looks, I pray!
You, who so bright were wont to blaze,
Are dull as wetted straw to-day.
'Tis all your fault; your part you do not bear,
No beastliness, no folly.
FROSCH
(pours a glass of wine over his head)
There,
You have them both!
'Tis what you ask'd me for, at least!
Whoever quarrels, turn him out!
With open throat drink, roar, and shout.
Hollo! Hollo! Ho!
Zounds, fellow, cease your deaf'ning cheers!
Bring cotton-wool! He splits my ears.
'Tis when the roof rings back the tone,
Then first the full power of the bass is known.
