Second Street-Sweeper:
Well, then, you were both tottering.
The Drunkard:
No, not the earth. The earth was sober. You’ve had enough for to-day, I said to myself; everything’s swinging about again. And so it was—swinging about. What else could it do? Ha, ha! not really, you know; it only seemed to.
First Street-Sweeper:
But we say the earth was rocking
The Drunkard:
Oh, bless my soul, but the whole earth wasn’t tottering just because I staggered.
Second Street-Sweeper:
Ho, ho! that it was! That is your doing! Ho, ho! you set us rocking to and fro nicely with your drunken legs! One glass more, and we should have been flying right off the whole blessed show.
The Drunkard:
I’m hard up. I hadn’t got any more money.
First Street-Sweeper:
Thank the Lord! Let us think ourselves lucky that you are hard up. May the Lord keep you like it, with plenty more of it to come!
Second Street-Sweeper:
Look, there’s Elan Chol. That can only be him. He is standing there like a pillar.
