If we can eat grass he may eat sawdust. WITTIG We'll hang him when we catch him. FIRST YOUNG WEAVER We'll take him by the legs and fling him out at the window, on to the stones. He'll never get up again. SECOND YOUNG WEAVER [_Enters._] He's off! ALL Who? SECOND YOUNG WEAVER Dreissiger. BECKER Pfeifer too? VOICES Let's get hold o' Pfeifer! Look for Pfeifer! BAUMERT Yes, yes! Pfeifer! Tell him there's a weaver here for him to starve. [_Laughter._ JAEGER If we can't lay hands on that brute Dreissiger himself ... we'll make him poor! BAUMERT As poor as a church mouse ... we'll see to that! [_All, bent on the work of destruction, rush towards the drawing-room door._ BECKER [_Who is leading, turns round and stops the others._] Halt! Listen to me! This is nothing but a beginnin'. When we're done here, we'll go straight to Bielau, to Dittrich's, where the steam power-looms is. The whole mischief's done by them factories. OLD ANSORGE [_Enters from hall. Takes a few steps, then stops and looks round, scarcely believing his eyes; shakes his head, taps his forehead._] Who am I? Weaver Anton Ansorge. Has he gone mad, Old Ansorge? My head's goin' round like a humming-top, sure enough. What's he doin' here. He'll do whatever he's a mind to. Where is Ansorge? [_He taps his forehead repeatedly._] Something's wrong! I'm not answerable! I'm off my head! Off with you, off with you, rioters that you are! Heads off, legs off, hands off! If you takes my house, I takes your house. Forward, forward! [_Goes yelling into the drawing-room, followed by a yelling, laughing mob._ END OF THE FOURTH ACT FIFTH ACT _Langen-Bielau,--OLD WEAVER HILSE'S workroom. On the left a small window, in front of which stands the loom. On the right a bed, with a table pushed close to it. Stove, with stove-bench, in the right-hand corner. Family worship is going on. HILSE, his old, blind, and almost deaf wife, his son GOTTLIEB, and LUISE, GOTTLIEB'S wife, are sitting at the table, on the bed and wooden stools. A winding-wheel and bobbins on the floor between table and loom. Old spinning, weaving, and winding implements are disposed of on the smoky rafters; hanks of yarn are hanging down. There is much useless lumber in the low narrow room. The door, which is in the back wall, and leads into the big outer passage, or entry-room of the house, stands open. Through another open door on the opposite side of the passage, a second, in most respects similar weaver's room is seen. The large passage, or entry-room of the house, is paved with stone, has damaged plaster, and a tumble-down wooden stair-case leading to the attics; a washing-tub on a stool is partly visible; linen of the most miserable description and poor household utensils lie about untidily. The light falls from the left into all three apartments._