Egmont - E-book - ePub

Jetter (steps forward, and bends his cross-bow). Soest, Buyck, Ruysum Soest. Come, shoot away, and have done with it! You won't beat me! Three black rings, you never made such a shot in all your life. And so I'm master for this year. Jetter. Master and king to boot; who envies you? You'll have to pay double reckoning; 'tis only fair you should pay for your dexterity. Buyck. Jetter, I'll buy your shot, share the prize, and treat the company.
I have already been here so long, and am a debtor for so many civilities. If I miss, then it shall be as if you had shot. Soest. I ought to have a voice, for in fact I am the loser. No matter! Come, Buyck, shoot away. Buyck (shoots). Now, corporal, look out!-One! Two! Three! Four! Soest. Four rings! So be it! All. Hurrah! Long live the King! Hurrah! Hurrah!