Klaas, go to the sexton of St.
Pancratius and tell him to ring the alarm-bell, to warn the people at the fair.

Your hand, Junker.

I know you will be at your post, and you, Meister Wilhelm." "I'll go with you," said the musician resolutely.

"Don't reject me.

I have remained quiet long enough; I shall stifle here." Wilhelm's cheeks flushed, and his eyes sparkled with a lustre so bright and angry, that Junker von Warmond looked at his phlegmatic friend in astonishment, while the captain called: "Then station yourself in the first company beside my ensign.