The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 09: Friedrich Hebbel and Otto Ludwig
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The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 09: Friedrich Hebbel and Otto Ludwig
German literature -- 19th century -- Translations into English; German literature -- 20th century -- Translations into English
_The same. Enter_ ANDREW. ANDREW _at the door; when he sees the people
he is going to withdraw_.
FORESTER.
Andrew, you come in. Before your superior!
[_Seats himself as if preparing for trial_.]
_The_ FORESTER, SOPHY, WEILER, WILLIAM _on the left. The_ PASTOR,
WILKENS _on the right_. ANDREW, _who dares not look any one in the face,
in the centre_.
FORESTER.
Come here, forester's assistant Andrew Ulrich. Where do you come from?
ANDREW. From the nursery, father.
FORESTER.
Where is your rifle, Andrew Ulrich?
[ANDREW _is silent_.]
FORESTER.
Who has it?
ANDREW (_in a hollow voice_).
Godfrey.
[FORESTER _rises involuntarily_.]
SOPHY (_in great alarm_).
Ulrich!
FORESTER (_sits down again_).
Here no one has anything to say, except the forester's assistant Ulrich
and his superior. Andrew--
ANDREW.
Father--
FORESTER.
Why do you not look at me?
ANDREW.
I no longer can look any one in the face. I want to go to America as
cabin-boy. Let me go, father.
FORESTER.
Boy, it is your duty to answer when your superior asks. What is it that
Godfrey has? Out with it!
ANDREW.
I was just at my task of taking out the maple trees in the nursery--
FORESTER.
As I had ordered you.
ANDREW.
Then came--
FORESTER.
Godfrey? Go on, Andrew Ulrich.
ANDREW.
With six woodcutters from the Brandsberg--
FORESTER.
From--go on, Andrew Ulrich.
ANDREW.
He was intoxicated--
WEILER (_half audibly_).
As usual--
[_When the forester casts a look at him, he pretends not to have said
anything_.]
ANDREW.
And so were the woodcutters. He had them pass the bottle round. "Here we
begin," he said. "Ulrich has made a fine mess of it," he said; "for that
reason he is dismissed." When he had said that I stepped forward
forward--
FORESTER.
You stepped forward?--
[_Rises_.]
ANDREW.
And said he was a miserable slanderer. And that, moreover, he had no
business to give orders in the forest.
FORESTER (_straightens himself_).
In the forest.
ANDREW.
And that he should go where he belonged.
FORESTER (_emphatically_).
Where he belonged.
[_Sits down_.]
And he--
ANDREW.
Laughed.
FORESTER (_rises and sits down again; whistles, and drums on the
table_).
Go on.
ANDREW.
And said: "What does that fellow want?"
FORESTER (_in a loud voice_).
Andrew!
ANDREW.
Father--
FORESTER.
And you? Go on, go on.
ANDREW.
"Hasn't he plants from my forest in his hand?" [_Lowering his voice._]
"Hold that thief who steals wood and plants."
FORESTER (_short pause_).
And they--
ANDREW.
Held me.
FORESTER.
And you--
ANDREW.
They were too many. My resistance was of no avail--
FORESTER (_acting as if he were present at the fight_).
Was of no avail. They were six against one.
ANDREW.
I was furious when I saw what he intended to do. They took off my
clothes. I told him to shoot me, otherwise I would shoot him if he let
me escape with my life. At that he laughed. They--had--to hold--me.
FORESTER (_jumps up_).
And he--
ANDREW (_reluctantly, imploring_).
Father--
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