Go, little man, and take good care not to get overheated yourself and
babble.

BELLMAUS. In that case I shall not see much of the fête.

BOLZ. That's true, my son! But what does the fête mean to you? Heat,
dust, and stale dance-music. Besides, we will tell you all about it in
the morning; and then you are a poet, and can imagine the whole affair
to be much finer than it really was. So don't take it to heart. You
may think you have a thankless role, but it is the most important of
all, for it requires coolness and cleverness. Go, mousey, and look out
about getting overheated.

BELLMAUS. I'll look out, old tom-cat.--Come along Schmock!

[BELLMAUS _and_ SCHMOCK _leave_.]

BOLZ. We might as well separate, too.

KÄMPE. I'll go and see how people feel. If I need you I'll look you
up.

BOLZ. I had better not show myself much. I'll stay around here.

[_Exit_ KÄMPE.]

Alone at last!

[_Goes to centre door_.]