[_The women weep more copiously. He continues._] I gotta go over that with white paint. An' this part here about God is goin' to be Prussian blue. [_He drinks._ _The smith LANGHEINRICH enters._ LANGHEINRICH [_Regarding LEONTINE desirously._] Well now, look here, Rauchhaupt, old man, I been lookin' for you half an hour! I thought I was to come an' fetch you, you chucklehead.--Well, are you pleased with the job? MRS. FIELITZ Oh, go an' don't bother me, any of you! If a person loses a man like that one, how's she goin' to get along with you jackasses afterwards! FIELITZ Come on, man, an' pull up a stool. You just let her get back to her right mind. LANGHEINRICH [_With sly merriment._] That's right, I always said so myself: this here dyin' is a invention of the devil. MRS. FIELITZ We was married for twenty years an' more. An' there wasn't so much as one angry word between us. An' the way that man was honest. Not a penny, no,--he never cheated any man of a penny in all his days. An' sober! He didn't so much as know what whiskey was like. You could go an' put the bottle before him an' he wouldn't look at it. An' the way he brought up his children! What _d'you_ think about, but playin' cards and swillin' liquor ... LEONTINE Gustav is poking out his tongue at me. RAUCHHAUPT [_Takes hold of a cobbler's last and throws himself enragedly upon GUSTAV, who has been making faces at LEONTINE and has poked out his tongue at her.] You varmint! Ill break your bones!--That rotten crittur is goin' to be the death o' me yet. I just gets so mad sometimes I think it's goin' to be the death o' me. LANGHEINRICH The poor crittur ain't got his right senses. RAUCHHAUPT I wish to God the dam' brat was dead. I'll get so dam' wild some day, if he ain't, that I'll go an' kill my own flesh an' blood. FIELITZ I'd go an' have him locked up in the asylum. Then you don't have the worry of him no more. D'you want me to write out a petition for you? RAUCHHAUPT Don't I know all about petitions? What does they say then: he ain't dangerous bein' at large.--The whole world ain't nothin' but a asylum. It ain't dangerous, o' course, that he fires bricks at me, an' unscrews locks and steals house keys--oh, no, that ain't considered dangerous. No, an' it's all right for him to eat my tulip bulbs. I c'n just go ahead an' do the best I can. MRS. FIELITZ How did that happen at Grabow's the other day--I mean when his inn the "Prussian Eagle" burned down? LANGHEINRICH Aw, Grabow, he needed just that. It wasn't no Gustav that set that there fire. He wasn't needed there. MRS. FIELITZ They say he's always playin' with matches. RAUCHHAUPT