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THE PICCOLOMINI, OR THE
GOETZ.
TERTSKY.
GOETZ.
TIEFENBACH. (sits down.)
agree with me.
TERTSKY.
TIEFENBACH.
won't carry me any longer.
ISOLANI. (pointing at his corpulence)
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.
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.
nice inquiries about the season.
TERTSKY. (observing Isolani, whose hand trembles
pen). Have you had that ugly complaint
long, noble brother?—Despatch it.
ISOLANI