Others again commenced to ask for beer in order to make the day a still pleasanter one.
And so in a few moments flowing pitchers began to clink and the dark hall became covered with the foam escaping from under the covers. The good-humored count said:
“That is just right, let him not think that his disgrace is of great importance!”
So they again approached him, and touching his chin with their pewters, said:
“You would like to drink, Mazovian snout!” and others, pouring the beer into their palms, cast it into his eyes, while he stood among them stunned and abused, until at last he moved toward the old Zygfried, and apparently feeling that he could not stand it any longer, he began to cry so loudly as to deafen the noise in the hall:
“By the torture of the Saviour and the salvation of
