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provoke me again

he won't know what hit him.

Now get lost.

Quickly!

You try to help,

you fight like Achilles,

think like Cato,

they just get jealous,

and you're left with nothing.

May I dare say

a few words?

You're angry cause

your neighbor occasionally...

Occasionally? Always!

- The Notary...

- Not a word about him!

Both sides should give a little.

Forgive, and there will be peace again.

Me?

Peace with him?

My dear, dear sir.

The sun will stand still

and the seas will dry up

before there'll be peace between us.

You're upset now,

and making hasty judgments.

May God protect us from wind,

fire, war and men

who bow too low.

- Better low than not at all.

- Nonsense.

- But...

- No buts!

Don't deprive me

of hope, sir.

But I do a hundred times.

I want to hear nothing from him,

or his preacher, else they get

what they deserve.

- The Devil burns in his soul.

- No way to reconcile them.

- Little profit - too much trouble.

- They're like fire and water.

What will happen to us,

young Master?

I'll have to remain

your prisoner.

It puzzles me what made

Widow Hanna

fall for a reptile like that.

But she may be willing

to change her mind.

Though an older man

may be vigorous,

youth has its privileges.

But if the Cupbearer finds out

that he has been fooled...

Oh my goodness...

he may fly into a rage.

Well, may God's will be done.

One must always accept fate.

The devil take you,

and go with God.

I won't go.

I'm staying.

What a stubborn pest

you are!

See here, friend,

do you know what that is?

Shake it a bit.

Gold?

Gold.

- It might be yours...

- Please, have a seat.

...but there's nothing

for free.

How true.

What should I do?

I haven't seen any profit

from my recent efforts.

My pockets are empty.

I love Klara.

- More unsettling news.

- I want to be near her.

- That's bad.

- Why bad?

Not necessarily bad,

but the Cupbearer...

...won't approve.

- He wouldn't know.

- But if?

- Let him accept me.

- It's hard.

- That's for a start,

- the rest is up to you.

- And if he catches me?

- Don't worry.

- Easier said than done.

Is a mere emissary such as you

worthy of Klara?

I am Waclaw.

The Notary's son!

Good God!

In this house!

We are both in trouble.

That sounds beautiful.

Consider it yours,

if I remain in service here.

- Well, I'll try...

- You'll get this later.

Remember, if you betray me,

you'll be an easy target from my tower.

One bang and Papkin

is stretched out flat.

Out of respect for me,

put your threat aside,

- and I shall act as you wish.

- Don't waste time.

I'm going, I'm going...

It's a devilish bind. Poverty beckons

and my captive is also my rival.

Any way you look,

it's dreadful.

One would lock me up, the

other shoot me. The hell with them!

- And the purse?

- It must stay.

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

Oh dear God,

what are you doing here?

I should despair,

if I only had the time!

- What is going on?

- Don't act stupid.

I know everything.

I was listening.

- You want to stay here?

- What's wrong with that?

- Be sensible.

- Why should I?

We've already seen

that being sensible

will only keep us apart.

Why stay sensible?

We have to think of something

that will bring us together.

Let's take a bold step forward

and reach for our goal

despite the obstacles.

If we we'll be persistent

we can accomplish anything.

Yes, let's be bold.

You've convinced me.

This is better

than running off together.

What if someone recognizes you,

or Papkin betrays you?

Don't look into the abyss,

rather drown your worries

in the depth of our love.

Stay here then, in God's name.

You have my consent.

Your permission

helps us little.

We may yet convince my uncle.

Widow Hanna can help us,

since they just

declared their love.

She is so modest,

yet she promised him her hand.

It should be easy for you

to flatter her.

Praise her wisdom, virtue,

beauty and you can have

any position

in our house.

From emissary to servant,

isn't that suspicious?

But it's an honor,

to be in the Cupbearer's service.

I'll tell Widow Hanna.

An hour ago she fainted from fear

and now she's fearless.

She saw no chance for success,

now she has hope for two.

O fair sex,

beautiful and dear,

your joys and sorrows are like

gentle wavelets on a lake,

always chasing one another.

As one bows down, other rises.

But in the light of the golden sun

they are pure and endlessly one.

And we men?

We, proud rulers

of the world,

are chasing

this disappearing shadow,

and live our lives,

from each moment to the next,

like flitting butterflies.

Congratulate me.

I've just gotten engaged.

The Widow Hanna

has given me her promise.

I know how difficult it was.

It was my hard work!

Your work? Really?

I'll tell you how it was.

It was the perfect moment.

She received me sweetly,

winking, eyeing me flirtatiously.

Straightaway

I began to woo her.

What a fuss she made

not this, not that,

this way, that way.

And I kept on. 'Midst the giggle,

'midst the chatter,

closer, ever closer...

then smack!

I planted a kiss.

It caused her to blush,

and I was confused.

I wanted to run away.

And then, my dear, dear sir,

she called to me:

"Wait, Matthew -

your will be done,

I humbly accept. Take this ring,

and may God grant us luck."

Devil take it!

Great performance!

- Show respect, damn it! Or else...

- You are so quick to anger.

It's a good thing

I'm even-tempered...

- We have more important things.

- I think so.

This young man from the Notary

wants to know

if he can stay

in your service.

True, he is fit and faithful but...

everyone says

he likes the bottle.

Whether he likes it or not,

there is no place for him here,

as I won't pick up

Notary's garbage.

Have hope,

the happy moment

is near...

Where is this petitioner

- and what does he want?

- Your humble servant.

- Yes, young man?

- Allow me be so bold

as to raise

my gaze to you.

- It's you!

- Hanna?

- Waclaw!

- I'm speechless...

- What a coincidence!

- So, you are the Widow!

- Didn't you know?

- What to say, what to do?

Didn't you know that my third

husband, may he rest in peace,

married me in spring

but died in the autumn?

I remember now.

- He drew his last breath on my lap.

- Did he? Yes, you must have...

I cried at first,

but even sorrow

drowns with time.

- So he drowned?

- Who told you that?

That's not what happened?

So, I have to go.

Why?

You can't leave.

- You must be crazy!

- That is possible.

I will tie you up.

You'll be my prisoner,

dear Prince!

Don't call me Prince.

I'm so ashamed

of my youthful misdeeds.

The name and princely title

I gave you were...

- What?

- Made up.

- All made up?

- To the last.

- You're not a Prince?

- Not a bit.

- Why did you make it up?

- For adventure.

I was young and restless.

- But you still love me, Waclaw?

- I'm caught in her trap!

Why are you blushing?

I waited for you,

looked for you,

but nobody had ever

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