The Dramatic Works of Gerhart Hauptmann
[He sits down on the bench.
HANNE has lit a tallow candle and puts it into a candle stick of tin, which she sets on the table.
You're too good, father. That's what it is. You don't think no evil o' people.
[Sitting down at the table and writing a prescription.] I'll write down something for you to get from the chemist.
No, I tell you, if that chestnut dies on top o' everythin' else--! I don't believe God's meanin' to let that happen!
[Holding out his leg to HANNE.] Come, pull off my boots for me! That was a wind that blew down here on the road from Freiburg. People tell me it unroofed the church in the lower village more'n half, [To HANNE.] Just keep on tuggin'! Can't you get it?
[To HANNE.] I don't know! You don't seem to