FALK. Nu skønner jeg, De er en farlig frister, – De, velstandsmanden, kanske millionær, mens alt, hvad mit i denne verden er, blev båret bort af to artillerister.
FALK. I see, you are a dangerous attorney, You--well-to-do, a millionaire may-be; While two broad backs could carry in one journey All that beneath the sun belongs to me.