Having his ale spilt on the floor, and almost getting it on himself, Friedrich von Eisler of Magdeburg, already half-drunk, tries to stand up to show these slobs from the Osterreich what's what. However, he is pulled down by his companion next to him, who quietly beckons him not to cause any unnecessary trouble. Clearly irritated by this, Friedrich orders new ale and goes back to discussing the whereabouts of the best looking women in the Reich.