But look you, now, you needn't run
And marry another on the spot!
Clerk.
[Sniggering.]
Hee, hee!
The Mayor.
[Sharply.]
You laugh?
Clerk.
Your Worship's fun
Is irresistible.
The Mayor.
Have done!
This work's no jesting; but the best
Method with mourners is a jest.
Einar.
[Coming out of the throng with Agnes.]
Now my last pocket's clean and bare,
Spent every stiver, every note;—
A very beggar I go afloat,
And pawn my watch to pay my fare!
The Mayor.
Yes, in good time you came along.
What I've collected is a song,—
By no means answers to the call
When needy hand and mouth ill-fed
Must halve the sharing of shared bread
With those who've ne'er a bit at all.
[He perceives Brand, and points up to him.]
One more! You're welcome! If report
