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MILLER.
Here is the _Coriolanus_. There is something in it about our paper.
The errand-boy of the _Coriolanus_ grinned at me scornfully, and
recommended me to look over the article.
BOLZ.
Give it here! Be quiet, Romans, _Coriolanus_ speaks.--All ye devils,
what does that mean? [_Reads_.] "On the best of authority we have just
been informed that a great change is imminent in the newspaper affairs
of our province. Our opponent, the _Union_, will cease to direct her
wild attacks against all that is high and holy."--This high and holy
means Blumenberg.--"The ownership is said to have gone over into other
hands, and there is a sure prospect that we shall be able from now on
to greet as an ally this widely read sheet." How does that taste to
you, gentlemen?
MILLER} Thunder! KAeMPE.}_(All together_.) Nonsense! BELLMAUS.} It's a
lie!
OLDENDORF.
It's another of Blumenberg's reckless inventions.
BOLZ.
There is something behind it all. Go and get me Gabriel Henning.
[_Exit_ MILLER.] This owner has played the traitor; we have been
poisoned. [_Springing up._] And this is the feast of the Borgia!
Presently the _misericordia_ will enter and sing our dirge. Do me the
favor at least to eat up the oysters before it be too late.
OLDENDORF (_who has seized the newspaper_.)
Evidently this news is only an uncertain rumor. Henning will tell us
there is no truth in it. Stop seeing ghosts, and sit down with us.
BOLZ (_seating himself_).
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