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SCENE FIRST [A narrow path, high up in the mountains. Early morning.] [PEER GYNT comes hastily and sullenly along the path. INGRID Still wearing some of her bridal ornaments, is trying to hold him Back.] PEER :Get you from me! INGRID [weeping] :After this, Peer? :Whither? PEER :Where you will for me INGRID [wringing her hands] :Oh, what falsehood! PEER :Useless railing :Each alone must go his way INGRID :Sin-and sin again unites us! PEER :Devil take all recollections! :Devil take the tribe of women- :all but one-! INGRID :Who is that one, pray? PEER :'Tis not you INGRID :Who is it then? PEER :Go! Go thither whence you came! :Off! To your father! INGRID :Dearest, sweetest- PEER :Peace! INGRID :You cannot mean it, surely :what you're saying? PEER :Can and do INGRID :First to lure-and then forsake me! PEER :And what terms have you to offer? INGRID :Hegstad Farm, and more besides PEER :Is your psalm-book in your kerchief? :Where's the gold-mane on your shoulders? :Do you glance adown your apron? :Do you hold your mother's skirt-fold? :Speak! INGRID :No, but- PEER :Went you to the pastor :this last spring-tide? INGRID :No, but Peer- PEER :Is there shyness in your glances? :When I beg, can you deny? INGRID :Heaven! I think his wits are going! PEER :Does your presence sanctify? :Speak! INGRID :No, but- PEER :What's all the rest then? :: [Going.] INGRID [blocking his way] :Know you it will cost your neck :should you fail me? PEER :What do I care? INGRID :You may win both wealth and honour :if you take me- PEER :Can't afford INGRID [bursting into tears] :Oh, you lured me-! PEER :You were willing INGRID :I was desperate! PEER :Frantic I INGRID [threatening] :Dearly shall you pay for this! PEER :Dearest payment cheap I'll reckon INGRID :Is your purpose set? PEER :Like flint INGRID :Good! we'll see, then, who's the winner! :: [Goes downwards.] PEER [stands silent a moment, then cries:] :Devil take all recollections! :Devil take the tribe of women! INGRID [turning her head, and calling mockingly upwards:] :All but one! PEER :Yes, all but one : [They go their several ways.] SCENE SECOND [Near a mountain tarn; the ground is soft and marshy round about A storm is gathering.] [ASE enters, calling and gazing around her despairingly, in every Direction. SOLVEIG has difficulty in keeping up with her. SOLVEIG'S FATHER and MOTHER, with HELGA, are some way behind.] ASE [tossing about her arms, and tearing her hair] :All things are against me with wrathful might! :Heaven, and the waters, and the grisly mountains! :Fog-scuds from heaven roll down to bewilder him! :The treacherous waters are lurking to murder him! :The mountains would crush him with landslip and rift!- :And the people too! They're out after his life! :God knows they shan't have it! I can't bear to lose him! :Oh, the oaf! to think that the fiend should tempt him! :: [Turning to SOLVEIG.] :Now isn't it clean unbelievable this? :He, that did nought but romance and tell lies;- :he, whose sole strength was the strength of his jaw; :he, that did never a stroke of true work;- :he-! Oh, a body could both cry and laugh!- :Oh, we clung closely in sorrow and need :Ay, you must know that my husband, he drank :loafed round the parish to roister and prate :wasted and trampled our gear under foot :And meanwhile at home there sat Peerkin and I- :the best we could do was to try to forget; :for ever I've found it so hard to bear up :It's a terrible thing to look fate in the eyes; :and of course one is glad to be quit of one's cares :and try all one can to keep thought far away :Some take to brandy, and others to lies; :and we-why we took to fairy-tales :of princes and trolls and of all sorts of beasts; :and of bride-rapes as well. Ah, but who could have dreamt :that those devil's yarns would have stuck in his head? :: [In a fresh access of terror.] :Hu! What a scream! It's the nixie or droug! :Peer! Peer!-Up there on that hillock-! ::[She runs to the top of a little rise, and looks out over the tarn. SOLVEIG'S FATHER and MOTHER come up.] ASE :Not a sign to be seen! THE FATHER [quietly] :It is worst for him! ASE [weeping] :Oh, my Peer! Oh, my own lost lamb! THE FATHER [nods mildly] :You may well say lost ASE :Oh no, don't talk like that! :He is so clever. There's no one like him THE FATHER :You foolish woman! ASE :Oh ay; oh ay; :foolish I am, but the boy's all right! THE FATHER [still softly and with mild eyes] :His heart is hardened, his soul is lost ASE [in terror] :No, no, he can't be so hard, our Lord! THE FATHER :Do you think he can sigh for his debt of sin? ASE [eagerly] :No, but he can ride through the air on a buck, though! THE MOTHER :Christ, are you mad? THE FATHER :Why, what do you mean? ASE :Never a deed is too great for him :You shall see, if only he lives so long- THE FATHER :Best if you saw him on the gallows hanging ASE [shrieks] :Oh, cross of Christ! THE FATHER :In the hangman's hands :it may be his heart would be turned to repentance ASE [bewildered] :Oh, you'll soon talk me out of my senses! :We must find him! THE FATHER :To rescue his soul ASE :And his body! :If he's stuck in the swamp, we must drag him out; :if he's taken by trolls, we must ring the bells for him THE FATHER :Hm!-Here's a sheep-path- ASE :The Lord will repay you :your guidance and help! THE FATHER :It's a Christian's duty ASE :Then the others, fie! they are heathens all; :there wasn't one that would go with us- THE FATHER :They knew him too well ASE :He was too good for them! :: [Wrings her hands.] :And to think-and to think that his life is at stake! THE FATHER :Here are tracks of a man ASE :Then it's here we must search! THE FATHER :We'll scatter around on this side of our saeter :: [He and his wife go on ahead.] SOLVEIG [to ASE] :Say on; tell me more ASE [drying her eyes] :Of my son, you mean? SOLVEIG :Yes;- :Tell everything! ASE [smiles and tosses her head] :Everything?-Soon you'd be tired! SOLVEIG :Sooner by far will you tire of the telling :than I of the hearing SCENE THIRD [Low, treeless heights, close under the mountain moorlands; peaks in The distance. The shadows are long; it is late in the day.] [PEER GYNT comes running at full speed, and stops short on the Hillside.] PEER :The parish is all at my heels in a pack! :Every man of them armed or with gun or with club :Foremost I hear the old Hegstad-churl howling.- :Now it's noised far and wide that Peer Gynt is abroad! :It is different, this, from a bout with a smith! :This is life! Every limb grows as strong as a bear's :[Strikes out with his arms and leaps in the air.] :To crush, overturn, stem the rush of the foss! :To strike! Wrench the fir-tree right up by the root! :This is life! This both hardens and lifts one high! :To hell then with all of the savourless lies! THREE SAETER GIRLS [rush across the hillside, screaming and :singing] :Trond of the Valfjeld! Bard and Kare! :Troll-pack! To-night would you sleep in our arms? PEER :To whom are you calling? THE GIRLS :To the trolls! to the trolls! FIRST GIRL :Trond, come with kindness! SECOND GIRL :Bard, come with force! THIRD GIRL :The cots in the saeter are all standing empty! FIRST GIRL :Force is kindness! SECOND GIRL :And kindness is force! THIRD GIRL :If lads are awanting, one plays with the trolls! PEER :Why, where are the lads, then? ALL THREE [with a horse-laugh] :They cannot come hither! FIRST GIRL :Mine called me his sweetheart and called me his darling :Now he has married a grey-headed widow SECOND GIRL :Mine met a gipsy-wench north on the upland :Now they are tramping the country together THIRD GIRL :Mine put an end to our bastard brat :Now his head's grinning aloft on a stake ALL THREE :Trond of the Valfjeld! Bard and Kare! :Troll-pack! To-night would you sleep in our arms? PEER [stands, with a sudden leap, in the midst of them] :I'm a three-headed troll, and the boy for three girls! THE GIRLS :Are you such a lad, eh? PEER :You shall judge for yourselves! FIRST GIRL :To the hut! To the hut! SECOND GIRL :We have mead! PEER :Let it flow! THIRD GIRL :No cot shall stand empty this Saturday night! SECOND GIRL [kissing him] :He sparkles and glisters like white-heated iron THIRD GIRL [doing likewise] :Like a baby's eyes from the blackest tarn PEER [dancing in the midst of them] :Heavy of heart and wanton of mind :The eyes full of laughter, the throat of tears! THE GIRLS [making mocking gestures towards the mountain-tops :screaming and singing] :Trond of the Valfjeld! Bard and Kare! :Troll-pack!-To-night will you sleep in our arms? [They dance away over the heights, with PEER GYNT in their midst.] SCENE FOURTH [Among the Ronde mountains. Sunset. Shining snowpeaks all around.] [PEER GYNT enters, dizzy and bewildered.] PEER :Tower over tower arises! :Hei, what a glittering gate! :Stand! Will you stand! It's drifting :further and further away! :High on the vane the cock stands :lifting his wings for flight;- :blue spread the rifts and bluer :locked is the fell and barred.- :What are those trunks and tree-roots :that grow from the ridge's clefts? :They are warriors heron-footed! :Now they, too, are fading away :A shimmering like rainbow-streamers :goes shooting through eyes and brain :What is it, that far-off chiming? :What's weighing my eyebrows down? :Hu, how my forehead's throbbing- :a tightening red-hot ring-! :I cannot think who the devil :has bound it around my head! :: [Sinks down.] :Flight o'er the Edge of Gendin- :stuff and accursed lies! :Up o'er the steepest hill-wall :with the bride,-and a whole day drunk; :hunted by hawks and falcons :threatened by trolls and such :sporting with crazy wenches:- :lies and accursed stuff! ::[Gazes long upwards.] :Yonder sail two brown eagles :Southward the wild geese fly :And here I must splash and stumble :in quagmire and filth knee-deep! :: [Springs up.] :I'll fly too! I will wash myself clean in :the bath of the keenest winds! :I'll fly high! I will plunge myself fair in :the glorious christening-font! :I will soar far over the saeter; :I will ride myself pure of soul; :I will forth o'er the salt sea waters :and high over Engelland's prince! :Ay, gaze as ye may, young maidens; :my ride is for none of you; :you're wasting your time in waiting-! :Yet maybe I'll swoop down, too.- :What has come of the two brown eagles-? :They've vanished, the devil knows where!- :There's the peak of a gable rising; :it's soaring on every hand: :it's growing from out the ruins;- :see, the gateway is standing wide! :Ha-ha, yonder house, I know it; :it's grandfather's new-built farm! :Gone are the clouts from the windows; :the crazy old fence is gone :The lights gleam from every casement; :there's a feast in the hall to-night :There, that was the provost clinking :the back of his knife on his glass;- :there's the captain flinging his bottle :and shivering the mirror to bits.- :Let them waste; let it all be squandered! :Peace, mother; what need we care! :'Tis the rich Jon Gynt gives the banquet; :hurrah for the race of Gynt! :What's all this bustle and hubbub? :Why do they shout and bawl? :The captain is calling the son in;- :oh, the provost would drink my health :In then, Peer Gynt, to the judgment; :it rings forth in song and shout: :Peer Gynt, thou art come of great things :and great things shall come of thee! [Leaps forward, but runs his head against a rock, falls, and remains stretched on the ground.] SCENE FIFTH [A hillside, wooded with great soughing trees. Stars are gleaming Through the leaves; birds are singing in the tree-tops.] [A GREEN-CLAD WOMAN is crossing the hillside; PEER GYNT follows her With all sorts of lover-like antics.] THE GREEN-CLAD ONE [stops and turns round] :Is it true? PEER [drawing his finger across his throat] :As true as my name is Peer;- :as true as that you are a lovely woman! :Will you have me? You'll see what a fine man I'll be; :you shall neither tread the loom nor turn the spindle :You shall eat all you want, till you're ready to burst :I never will drag you about by the hair- THE GREEN-CLAD ONE :Nor beat me? PEER :No, can you think I would? :We kings' sons never beat women and such THE GREEN-CLAD ONE :You're a king's son? PEER :Yes THE GREEN-CLAD ONE :I'm the Dovre-King's daughter PEER :Are you? See there, now, how well that fits in! THE GREEN-CLAD ONE :Deep in the Ronde has father his palace PEER :My mother's is bigger, or much I'm mistaken THE GREEN-CLAD ONE :Do you know my father? His name is King Brose PEER :Do you know my mother? Her name is Queen Ase THE GREEN-CLAD ONE :When my father is angry the mountains are riven PEER :They reel when my mother by chance falls a-scolding THE GREEN-CLAD ONE :My father can kick e'en the loftiest roof-tree PEER :My mother can ride through the rapidest river THE GREEN-CLAD ONE :Have you other garments besides those rags? PEER :Ho, you should just see my Sunday clothes! THE GREEN-CLAD ONE :My week-day gown is of gold and silk PEER :It looks to me liker tow and straws THE GREEN-CLAD ONE :Ay, there is one thing you must remember:- :this is the Ronde-folk's use and won't: :all our possessions have twofold form :When you shall come to my father's hall :it well may chance that you're on the point :of thinking you stand in a dismal moraine PEER :Well now, with us it's precisely the same :Our gold will seem to you litter and trash! :And you'll think, mayhap, every glittering pane :is nought but a bunch of old stockings and clouts THE GREEN-CLAD ONE :Black it seems white, and ugly seems fair PEER :Big it seems little, and dirty seems clean THE GREEN-CLAD ONE [falling on his neck] :Ay, Peer, now I see that we fit, you and I! PEER :Like the leg and the trouser, the hair and the comb THE GREEN-CLAD ONE [calls away over the hillside] :Bridal-steed! Bridal-steed! bridal-steed mine! [A gigantic pig comes running in with a rope's end for a bridle And an old sack for a saddle. PEER GYNT vaults on its back, and Seats the GREEN-CLAD ONE in front of him.] PEER :Hark-away! Through the Ronde-gate gallop we in! :Gee-up, gee-up, my courser fine! THE GREEN-CLAD ONE [tenderly] :Ah, but lately I wandered and moped and pined- :One never can tell what may happen to one! PEER [thrashing the pig and trotting off] :You may know the great by their riding-gear! SCENE SIXTH [The Royal Hall of the King of the Dovre-Trolls. A great assembly of TROLL-COURTIERS, GNOMES, and BROWNIES. THE OLD MAN OF THE DOVRE sits on the throne, crowned, and with his sceptre in his hand. His CHILDREN and NEAREST RELATIONS are ranged on both sides. PEER GYNT Stands before him. Violent commotion in the hall.] THE TROLL-COURTIERS :Slay him! a Christian-man's son has deluded the Dovre-King's loveliest maid! A TROLL-IMP :May I hack him on the fingers? ANOTHER :May I tug him by the hair? A TROLL-MAIDEN :Hu, hei, let me bite him in the haunches! A TROLL-WITCH [with a ladle] :Shall he be boiled into broth and bree? ANOTHER TROLL-WITCH [with a chopper] :Shall he roast on a spit or be browned in a stewpan? THE OLD MAN OF THE DOVRE :Ice to your blood, friends! :: [Beckons his counsellors nearer around him.] :Don't let us talk big :We've been drifting astern in these latter years; :we can't tell what's going to stand or to fall :and there's no sense in turning recruits away :Besides the lad's body has scarce a blemish :and he's strongly-built too, if I see aright :It's true, he has only a single head; :but my daughter, too, has no more than one :Three-headed trolls are going clean out of fashion; :one hardly sees even a two-header now :and even those heads are but so-so ones :: [To PEER GYNT.] :It's my daughter, then, you demand of me? PEER :Your daughter and the realm to her dowry, yes THE OLD MAN :You shall have the half while I'm still alive :and the other half when I come to die PEER :I'm content with that THE OLD MAN :Ay, but stop, my lad;- :you also have some undertakings to give :If you break even one, the whole pact's at an end :and you'll never get away from here living :First of all you must swear that you'll never give heed :to aught that lies outside Ronde-hills' bounds; :day you must shun, and deeds, and each sunlit spot PEER :Only call me king, and that's easy to keep THE OLD MAN :And next-now for putting your wits to the test : [Draws himself up in his seat.] THE OLDEST TROLL-COURTIER [to PEER GYNT] :Let us see if you have a wisdom-tooth :that can crack the Dovre-King's riddle-nut! THE OLD MAN :What difference is there 'twixt trolls and men? PEER :No difference at all, as it seems to me :Big trolls would roast you and small trolls would claw you;- :with us it were likewise, if only they dared THE OLD MAN :True enough; in that and in more we're alike :Yet morning is morning, and even is even :and there is a difference all the same.- :Now let me tell you wherein it lies: :Out yonder, under the shining vault :among men the saying goes: "Man, be thyself!" :At home here with us, 'mid the tribe of the trolls :the saying goes: "Troll, to thyself be-enough!" THE TROLL-COURTIER [to PEER GYNT] :Can you fathom the depth? PEER :It strikes me as misty THE OLD MAN :My son, that "Enough," that most potent and sundering :word, must be graven upon your escutcheon PEER [scratching his head] :Well, but- THE OLD MAN :It must, if you here would be master! PEER :Oh well, let it pass; after all, it's no worse- THE OLD MAN :And next you must learn to appreciate :our homely, everyday way of life [He beckons; two TROLLS with pigs'-heads, white night-caps, and so Forth, bring in food and drink.] :The cow gives cakes and the bullock mead; :ask not if its taste be sour or sweet; :the main matter is, and you mustn't forget it :it's all of it home-brewed PEER [pushing the things away from him] :The devil fly off with your home-brewed drinks! :I'll never get used to the ways of this land THE OLD MAN :The bowl's given in, and it's fashioned of gold :Whoso owns the gold bowl, him my daughter holds dear PEER [pondering] :It is written: Thou shalt bridle the natural man;- :and I daresay the drink may in time seem less sour :So be it! :: [Complies.] THE OLD MAN :Ay, that was sagaciously said :You spit? PEER :One must trust to the force of habit THE OLD MAN :And next you must throw off your Christian-man's garb; :for this you must know to our Dovre's renown: :here all things are mountain-made, nought's from the dale :except the silk bow at the end of your tail PEER [indignant] :I haven't a tail! THE OLD MAN :Then of course you must get one :See my Sunday-tail, Chamberlain, fastened to him PEER :I'll be hanged if you do! Would you make me a fool! THE OLD MAN :None comes courting my child with no tail at his rear PEER :Make a beast of a man! THE OLD MAN :Nay, my son, you mistake; :I make you a mannerly wooer, no more :A bright orange bow we'll allow you to wear :and that passes here for the highest of honours PEER [reflectively] :It's true, as the saying goes: Man's but a mote :And it's wisest to follow the fashion a bit :Tie away! THE OLD MAN :You're a tractable fellow, I see THE COURTIER :just try with what grace you can waggle and whisk it! PEER [peevishly] :Ha, would you force me to go still further? :Do you ask me to give up my Christian faith? THE OLD MAN :No, that you are welcome to keep in peace :Doctrine goes free; upon that there's no duty; :it's the outward cut one must tell a troll by :If we're only at one in our manners and dress :you may hold as your faith what to us is a horror PEER :Why, in spite of your many conditions, you are :a more reasonable chap than one might have expected THE OLD MAN :We troll-folk, my son, are less black than we're painted; :that's another distinction between you and us.- :But the serious part of the meeting is over; :now let us gladden our ears and our eyes :Music-maid, forth! Set the Dovre-harp sounding! :Dancing-maid, forth! Tread the Dovre-hall's floor! :: [Music and a dance.] THE COURTIER :How like you it? PEER :Like it? Hm- THE OLD MAN :Speak without fear! :What see you? PEER :Why, something unspeakably grim: :a bell-cow with her hoof on a gut-harp strumming :a sow in socklets a-trip to the tune THE COURTIERS :Eat him! THE OLD MAN :His sense is but human, remember! TROLL-MAIDENS :Hu, tear away both his ears and his eyes! THE GREEN-CLAD ONE [weeping] :Hu-hu! And this we must hear and put up with :when I and my sister make music and dance PEER :Oho, was it you? Well, a joke at the feast :you must know, is never unkindly meant THE GREEN-CLAD ONE :Can you swear it was so? PEER :Both the dance and the music :were utterly charming, the cat claw me else THE OLD MAN :This same human nature's a singular thing; :it sticks to people so strangely long :If it gets a gash in the fight with us :it heals up at once, though a scar may remain :My son-in-law, now, is as pliant as any; :he's willingly thrown off his Christian-man's garb :he's willingly drunk from our chalice of mead :he's willingly tied on the tail to his back,- :so willing, in short, did we find him in all things :I thought to myself the old Adam, for certain :had for good and all been kicked out of doors; :but lo! in two shakes he's atop again! :Ay ay, my son, we must treat you, I see :to cure this pestilent human nature PEER :What will you do? THE OLD MAN :In your left eye, first :I'll scratch you a bit, till you see awry; :but all that you see will seem fine and brave :And then I'll just cut your right window-pane out- PEER :Are you drunk? THE OLD MAN [lays a number of sharp instruments on the table] :See, here are the glazier's tools :Blinkers you'll wear, like a raging bull :Then you'll recognise that your bride is lovely,- :and ne'er will your vision be troubled, as now :with bell-cows harping and sows that dance PEER :This is madman's talk! THE OLDEST COURTIER :It's the Dovre-King speaking; :it's he that is wise, and it's you that are crazy! THE OLD MAN :Just think how much worry and mortification :you'll thus escape from, year out, year in :You must remember, your eyes are the fountain :of the bitter and searing lye of tears PEER :That's true; and it says in our sermon-book: :If thine eye offend thee, then pluck it out :But tell me, when will my sight heal up :into human sight? THE OLD MAN :Nevermore, my friend PEER :Indeed! In that case, I'll take my leave THE OLD MAN :What would you without? PEER :I would go my way THE OLD MAN :No, stop! It's easy to slip in here :but the Dovre-King's gate doesn't open outwards PEER :You wouldn't detain me by force, I hope? THE OLD MAN :Come now, just listen to reason, Prince Peer! :You have gifts for trolldom. He acts, does he not :even now in a passably troll-like fashion? :And you'd fain be a troll? PEER :Yes, I would, sure enough :For a bride and a well-managed kingdom to boot :I can put up with losing a good many things :But there is a limit to all things on earth :The tail I've accepted, it's perfectly true; :but no doubt I can loose what the Chamberlain tied :My breeches I've dropped; they were old and patched; :but no doubt I can button them on again :And lightly enough I can slip my cable :from these your Dovrefied ways of life :I am willing to swear that a cow is a maid; :an oath one can always eat up again:- :but to know that one never can free oneself :that one can't even die like a decent soul; :to live as a hill-troll for all one's days- :to feel that one never can beat a retreat,- :as the book has it, that's what your heart is set on; :but that is a thing I can never agree to THE OLD MAN :Now, sure as I live, I shall soon lose my temper; :and then I am not to be trifled with :You pasty-faced loon! Do you know who I am? :First with my daughter you make too free- PEER :There you lie in your throat! THE OLD MAN :You must marry her PEER :Do you dare to accuse me-? THE OLD MAN :What? Can you deny :that you lusted for her in heart and eye? PEER [with a snort of contempt] :No more? Who the deuce cares a straw for that? THE OLD MAN :It's ever the same with this humankind :The spirit you're ready to own with your lips :but in fact nothing counts that your fists cannot handle :So you really think, then, that lust matters nought? :Wait; you shall soon have ocular proof of it- PEER :You don't catch me with a bait of lies! THE GREEN-CLAD ONE :My Peer, ere the year's out, you'll be a father PEER :Open doors! let me go! THE OLD MAN :In a he-goat's skin :you shall have the brat after you PEER [mopping the sweat off his brow] :Would I could waken! THE OLD MAN :Shall we send him to the palace? PEER :You can send him to the parish! THE OLD MAN :Well well, Prince Peer; that's your own look-out :But one thing's certain, what's done is done; :and your offspring, too, will be sure to grow; :such mongrels shoot up amazingly fast- PEER :Old man, don't act like a headstrong ox! :Hear reason, maiden! Let's come to terms :You must know I'm neither a prince nor rich;- :and whether you measure or whether you weigh me :be sure you won't gain much by making me yours [THE GREEN-CLAD ONE is taken ill, and is carried out by TROLL-MAIDS.] THE OLD MAN [looks at him for a while in high disdain; then says:] :Dash him to shards on the rock-walls, children! THE TROLL-IMPS :Oh dad, mayn't we play owl-and-eagle first! :The wolf-game! Grey-mouse and glow-eyed cat! THE OLD MAN :Yes, but quick. I am worried and sleepy. Good-night! :: [He goes.] PEER [hunted by the TROLL-IMPS] :Let me be, devil's imps! : [Tries to escape up the chimney.] THE IMPS :Come brownies! Come nixies! :Bite him behind! PEER :Ow! : [Tries to slip down the cellar trap-door.] THE IMPS :Shut up all the crannies! THE TROLL-COURTIER :Now the small-fry are happy! PEER [struggling with a little imp that has bit himself fast to :his ear] :Let go, will you, beast! THE COURTIER [hitting him across the fingers] :Gently, you scamp, with a scion of royalty! PEER :A rat-hole-! :::[Runs to it.] THE IMPS :Be quick, Brother Nixie, and block it! PEER :The old one was bad, but the youngsters are worse! THE IMPS :Slash him! PEER :Oh, would I were small as a mouse! ::[Rushing around.] THE IMPS [swarming round him] :Close the ring! Close the ring! PEER [weeping] :Would that I were a louse! :: [He falls.] THE IMPS :Now into his eyes! PEER [buried in a heap of imps] :Mother, help me, I die! : [Church-bells sound far away.] THE IMPS :Bells in the mountain! The Black-Frock's cows! [THE TROLLS take to flight, amid a confused uproar of yells and Shrieks. The palace collapses; everything disappears.] SCENE SEVENTH [Pitch darkness.] [PEER GYNT is heard beating and slashing about him with a large Bough.] PEER :Answer! Who are you? A VOICE IN THE DARKNESS :Myself PEER :Clear the way! THE VOICE :Go roundabout, Peer! The hill's roomy enough PEER [tries to force a passage at another place, but strikes against :something] :Who are you? THE VOICE :Myself. Can you say the same? PEER :I can say what I will; and my sword can smite! :Mind yourself! Hu, hei, now the blow falls crushing! :King Saul slew hundreds; Peer Gynt slew thousands! :: [Cutting and slashing.] :Who are you? THE VOICE :Myself PEER :That stupid reply :you may spare; it doesn't clear up the matter :What are you? THE VOICE :The great Boyg PEER :Ah, indeed! :The riddle was black; now I'd call it grey :Clear the way then, Boyg! THE VOICE :Go roundabout, Peer! PEER :No, through! :: [Cuts and slashes.] :There he fell! :[Tries to advance, but strikes against something.] :Ho ho, are there more here? THE VOICE :The Boyg, Peer Gynt! the one only one :It's the Boyg that's unwounded, and the Boyg that was hurt :it's the Boyg that is dead, and the Boyg that's alive PEER [throws away the branch] :The weapon is troll-smeared; but I have my fists! :: [Fights his way forward.] THE VOICE :Ay, trust to your fists, lad, trust to your body :Hee-hee, Peer Gynt, so you'll reach the summit PEER [falling back again] :Forward or back, and it's just as far;- :out or in, and it's just as strait! :He is there! And there! And he's round the bend! :No sooner I'm out than I'm back in the ring.- :Name who you are! Let me see you! What are you? THE VOICE :The Boyg PEER [groping around] :Not dead, not living; all slimy; misty :Not so much as a shape! It's as bad as to battle :in a cluster of snarling, half-wakened bears! :: [Screams.] :Strike back at me, can't you! THE VOICE :The Boyg isn't mad PEER :Strike! THE VOICE :The Boyg strikes not PEER :Fight! You shall THE VOICE :The great Boyg conquers, but does not fight PEER :Were there only a nixie here that could prick me! :Were there only as much as a year-old troll! :Only something to fight with. But here there is nothing.- :Now he's snoring! Boyg! THE VOICE :What's your will? PEER :Use force! THE VOICE :The great Boyg conquers in all things without it PEER [biting his own arms and hands] :Claws and ravening teeth in my flesh! :I must feel the drip of my own warm blood : [A sound is heard like the wing-strokes of great birds.] BIRD-CRIES :Comes he now, Boyg? THE VOICE :Ay, step by step BIRD-CRIES :All our sisters far off! Gather here to the tryst! PEER :If you'd save me now, lass, you must do it quick! :Gaze not adown so, lowly and bending.- :Your clasp-book! Hurl it straight into his eyes! BIRD-CRIES :He totters! THE VOICE :We have him BIRD-CRIES :Sisters! Make haste! PEER :Too dear the purchase one pays for life :in such a heart-wasting hour of strife ::: [Sinks down.] BIRD-CRIES :Boyg, there he's fallen! Seize him! Seize him! : [A sound of bells and of psalm-singing is heard far away.] THE BOYG [shrinks up to nothing, and says in a gasp:] :He was too strong. There were women behind him SCENE EIGHTH [Sunrise. The mountain-side in front of ASE's saeter. The door is Shut; all is silent and deserted.] [PEER GYNT iS lying asleep by the wall of the saeter.] PEER [wakens, and looks about him with dull and heavy eyes. He Spits] :What wouldn't I give for a pickled herring! [Spits again, and at the same moment catches sight of HELGA, who Appears carrying a basket of food.] :Ha, child, are you there? What is it you want? HELGA :It is Solveig- PEER [jumping up] :Where is she? HELGA :Behind the saeter SOLVEIG [unseen] :If you come nearer, I'll run away! PEER [stopping short] :Perhaps you're afraid I might take you in my arms? SOLVEIG :For shame! PEER :Do you know where I was last night?- :Like a horse-fly the Dovre-King's daughter is after me SOLVEIG :Then it was well that the bells were set ringing PEER :Peer Gynt's not the lad they can lure astray.- :What do you say? HELGA [crying] :Oh, she's running away! : [Running after her.] :Wait! PEER [catches her by the arm] :Look here, what I have in my pocket! :A silver button, child! You shall have it,- :only speak for me! HELGA :Let me be; let me go! PEER :There you have it HELGA :Let go; there's the basket of food PEER :God pity you if you don't-! HELGA :Uf, how you scare me! PEER [gently; letting her go] :No, I only meant: beg her not to forget me! :: [HELGA runs off.]