OLD WOMAN. True enough, it does run through you. I feel it here now! And it really makes one feel quite light. Come--give me some more. [Drinks again] Fine! Now I'm quite young again. PEASANT. Didn't I tell you? OLD WOMAN. Ah, it's a pity my old man is no longer here. He might have seen once more what I was like in my young days. Labourer plays. Peasant and Wife dance. OLD WOMAN [comes into the middle] Do you call that dancing? Let me show you. [Dances] That's the way! Then like this, and like that! Do you see? Grandfather goes up to the vessel and lets the spirit run out on to the ground. PEASANT [notices and rushes at his Grandfather] What are you up to, you old fool? Spilling such fine stuff! Oh, you old dotard! [Pushes him away and holds tumbler under tap] You've emptied it all! GRANDFATHER. It's evil and not good! God has sent you a good harvest for you to feed yourself and others, but you have turned the corn into devils' drink. No good will come of it. Give up this business. Else you'll perish and ruin others! You think this is drink? It's fire, and will burn you up! [Takes a brand from the fire and lights the spilt spirit. The spirit burns. They all look on with horror]. Curtain. ACT V Interior of hut. The Labourer alone, his horns and hoofs showing. LABOURER. There's lots of corn. More than there's room for, and he's now got a taste for it. We've been distilling again, and we've filled a barrel and hidden it away. We're not going to treat any one for nothing, but when we want to get something out of a fellow, then we'll treat him! So to-day I told him to invite the village elders and treat them, that they should divide up the property between him and his grandfather, and give everything to him and nothing to the old man! My three years are up to-day, and my work is finished. Let the Chief come and see for himself. I needn't be ashamed of his seeing it! Chief appears out of the ground. CHIEF. Time's up! Have you redeemed your bread-blunder? I told you I'd come and see for myself. Have you managed the Peasant? LABOURER. Done him completely! Judge for yourself. Some of them will meet here soon. Get into the oven, and see what they'll do. You'll be well satisfied! CHIEF [climbs into the oven] We'll see! Enter the Peasant and four old men. The Wife follows. The men sit down round the table. The Wife lays the cloth, sets ox-foot brawn and pies on the table. The old men exchange greetings with Labourer. FIRST ELDER. Well, have you made more of the drink? LABOURER. Yes, we've distilled as much as we need. Why let valuable stuff be wasted? SECOND ELDER. And is it a success? LABOURER. Better than the first lot. SECOND ELDER. But where did you learn to make it? LABOURER. Going about in the world one learns many things! THIRD ELDER. Yes, yes, you're a knowing fellow. Wife brings spirits and glasses. PEASANT. Have a drop!