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 Well, good-night, gentlemen; hearty thanks all round, and hurrah for the future!

The Crowd.

Hurrah! Let's take him home in triumph!

Stensgård.

Thanks, thanks! But you really mustn't

Aslaksen.

We'll all go with you.

Stensgård.

Very well, come along. Good-night, Fieldbo; you're not coming with us?

Fieldbo.

No; but let me tell you, what you said about Chamberlain Bratsberg

Stensgård.

Hush, hush! It was an exaggeration—I withdraw it! Well, my friends, if you're coming, come; I'll take the lead.

Monsen.

Your arm, Stensgård!

Bastian.

A song! Strike up! Something thoroughly patriotic!

The Crowd.

A song! A song! Music!

[A popular air is played and sung. The procession marches out by the back to the right.