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Table of Contents

Peer Gynt.............................................................................................................................................................1

Henrik Ibsen .............................................................................................................................................1

ACT FIRST .............................................................................................................................................1

ACT SECOND......................................................................................................................................25

ACT THIRD.........................................................................................................................................45

ACT FOURTH.....................................................................................................................................60

ACT FIFTH.........................................................................................................................................100


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Peer Gynt

Henrik Ibsen

Act I 

Act II 

Act III 

Act IV 

Act V  

   THE CHARACTERS

   ASE, a peasant's widow.

   PEER GYNT, her son.

   TWO OLD WOMEN with cornsacks. ASLAK, a smith. WEDDINGGUESTS. A

    MASTERCOOK, A FIDDLER, etc.

   A MAN AND WIFE, newcomers to the district.

SOLVEIG and LITTLE HELGA, their daughters.

   THE FARMER AT HEGSTAD.

   INGRID, his daughter.

   THE BRIDEGROOM and His PARENTS.

   THREE SAETERGIRLS. A GREENCLAD WOMAN.

   THE OLD MAN OF THE DOVRE.

   A TROLLCOURTIER. SEVERAL OTHERS. TROLLMAIDENS and TROLLURCHINS. A

    COUPLE OF WITCHES. BROWNIES, NIXIES, GNOMES, etc.

   AN UGLY BRAT. A VOICE IN THE DARKNESS. BIRDCRIES.

   KARI, a cottar's wife.

   Master COTTON, Monsieur BALLON, Herren VON EBERKOPF and

    TRUMPETERSTRALE, gentlemen on their travels. A THIEF and A RECEIVER.

   ANITRA, daughter of a Bedouin chief.

   ARABS, FEMALE SLAVES, DANCINGGIRLS, etc.

   THE MEMNONSTATUE (singing). THE SPHINX AT GIZEH (muta persona).

   PROFESSOR BEGRIFFENFELDT, Dr. Phil., director of the madhouse at

    Cairo.

   HUHU, a languagereformer from the coast of Malabar. HUSSEIN, an

    eastern Minister. A FELLAH, with a royal mummy.

   SEVERAL MADMEN, with their KEEPERS.

   A NORWEGIAN SKIPPER and HIS CREW. A STRANGE PASSENGER.

   A PASTOR. A FUNERALPARTY. A PARISHOFFICER. A BUTTONMOULDER. A

    LEAN PERSON.

    The action, which opens in the beginning of the nineteenth

   century, and ends around the 1860's, takes place partly in

   Gudbrandsdalen, and on the mountains around it, partly on the coast

   of Morocco, in the desert of Sahara, in a madhouse at Cairo, at sea,

   etc.

ACT FIRST

SCENE FIRST

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[A wooded hillside near ASE's farm. A river rushes down the slope.

   On the further side of it an old mill shed. It is a hot day in

   summer.]

[PEER GYNT, a stronglybuilt youth of twenty, comes down the

   pathway. His mother, ASE, a small, slightly built woman, follows

   him, scolding angrily.]

ASE

                Peer, you're lying!

PEER [without stopping].

                No, I am not!

ASE

                Well then, swear that it is true!

PEER

                Swear? Why should I?

ASE

                See, you dare not!

                It's a lie from first to last.

PEER [stopping].

                It is trueeach blessed word!

ASE [confronting him].

                Don't you blush before your mother?

                First you skulk among the mountains

                monthlong in the busiest season,

                stalking reindeer in the snows;

                home you come then, torn and tattered,

                gun amissing, likewise game;

                and at last, with open eyes,

                think to get me to believe

                all the wildest hunters'lies!

                Well, where did you find the buck, then?

PEER

                West near Gendin.

ASE [laughing scornfully].

                Ah! Indeed!

PEER

                Keen the blast towards me swept;

                hidden by an alderclump,

                he was scraping in the snowcrust

                after lichen

ASE [as before].

                Doubtless, yes!

PEER

                Breathlessly I stood and listened,

                heard the crunching of his hoof,

                saw the branches of one antler.

                Softly then among the boulders

                I crept forward on my belly.

                Crouched in the moraine I peered up;

                such a buck, so sleek and fat,

                you, I'm sure, have ne'er set eyes on.

ASE


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No, of course not!

PEER

                Bang! I fired!

                Clean he dropped upon the hillside.

                But the instant that he fell

                I sat firm astride his back,

                gripped him by the left ear tightly,

                and had almost sunk my knifeblade

                in his neck, behind his skull

                when, behold! the brute screamed wildly,

                sprang upon his feet like lightning,

                with a backcast of his head

                from my fist made knife and sheath fly,

                pinned me tightly by the thigh,

                jammed his horns against my legs,

                clenched me like a pair of tongs;

                then forthwith away he flew

                right along the GendinEdge!

ASE [involuntarily].

                Jesus save us!

PEER

                Have you ever

                chanced to see the GendinEdge?

                Nigh on four miles long it stretches

                sharp before you like a scythe.

                Down o'er glaciers, landslips, scaurs,

                down the toppling grey moraines,

                you can see, both right and left,

                straight into the tarns that slumber,

                black and sluggish, more than seven

                hundred fathoms deep below you.

                Right along the Edge we two

                clove our passage through the air.

                Never rode I such a colt!

                Straight before us as we rushed

                'twas as though there glittered suns.

                Brownbacked eagles that were sailing

                in the wide and dizzy void

                halfway 'twixt us and the tarns,

                dropped behind, like motes in air.

                Icefloes on the shores broke crashing,

                but no murmur reached my ears.

                Only sprites of dizziness sprang,

                dancing, round;they sang, they swung,

                circlewise, past sight and hearing!

ASE [dizzy].

                Oh, God save me!

PEER

                All at once,

                at a desperate, breakneck spot,

                rose a great cockptarmigan,


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flapping, cackling, terrified,

                from the crack where he lay hidden

                at the buck's feet on the Edge.

                Then the buck shied half around,

                leapt skyhigh, and down we plunged

                both of us into the depths!

[ASE totters, and catches at the trunk of a tree. PEER GYNT

   continues:]

                Mountain walls behind us, black,

                and below a void unfathomed!

                First we clove through banks of mist,

                then we clove a flock of seagulls,

                so that they, in midair startled,

                flew in all directions, screaming.

                Downward rushed we, ever downward.

                But beneath us something shimmered,

                whitish, like a reindeer's belly.

                Mother, 'twas our own reflection

                in the glasssmooth mountain tarn,

                shooting up towards the surface

                with the same wild rush of speed

                wherewith we were shooting downwards.

ASE [gasping for breath].

                Peer! God help me! Quickly, tell!

PEER

                Buck from over, buck from under,

                in a moment clashed together,

                scattering foamflecks all around.

                There we lay then, floating, plashing,

                But at last we made our way

                somehow to the northern shore;

                buck, he swam, I clung behind him:

                I ran homewards

ASE

                But the buck, dear?

PEER

                He's there still, for aught I know;

[Snaps his fingers, turns on his heel, and adds:]

                catch him, and you're welcome to him!

ASE

                And your neck you haven't broken?

                Haven't broken both your thighs?

                and your backbone, too, is whole?

                Oh, dear Lordwhat thanks, what praise,

                should be thine who helped my boy!

                There's a rent, though, in your breeches;

                but it's scarce worth talking of

                when one thinks what dreadful things

                might have come of such a leap!

[Stops suddenly, looks at him openmouthed and wideeyed; cannot

   find words for some time, but at last bursts out:]


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Oh, you devil's storyteller,

                Cross of Christ, how you can lie!

                All this screed you foist upon me,

                I remember now, I knew it

                when I was a girl of twenty.

                Gudbrand Glesne it befell,

                never you, you

PEER

                Me as well.

                Such a thing can happen twice.

ASE [exasperated].

                Yes, a lie, turned topsyturvy,

                can be prinked and tinselled out,

                decked in plumage new and fine,

                till none knows its lean old carcass.

                That is just what you've been doing,

                vamping up things, wild and grand,

                garnishing with eagles' backs

                and with all the other horrors,

                lying right and lying left,

                filling me with speechless dread,

                till at last I recognised not

                what of old I'd heard and known!

PEER

                If another talked like that

                I'd half kill him for his pains.

ASE [weeping].

                Oh, would God I lay a corpse;

                would the black earth held me sleeping!

                Prayers and tears don't bite upon him.

                Peer, you're lost, and ever will be!

PEER

                Darling, pretty little mother,

                you are right in every word;

                don't be cross, be happy

ASE

                Silence!

                Could I, if I would, be happy,

                with a pig like you for son?

                Think how bitter I must find it,

                I, a poor defenceless widow,

                ever to be put to shame!

[Weeping again.]

                How much have we now remaining

                from your grandsire's days of glory?

                Where are now the sacks of coin

                left behind by Rasmus Gynt?

                Ah, your father lent them wings,

                lavished them abroad like sand,

                buying land in every parish,

                driving round in gilded chariots.


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Where is all the wealth he wasted

                at the famous winterbanquet,

                when each guest sent glass and bottle

                shivering 'gainst the wall behind him?

PEER

                Where's the snow of yesteryear?

ASE

                Silence, boy, before your mother!

                See the farmhouse! Every second

                windowpane is stopped with clouts.

                Hedges, fences, all are down,

                beasts exposed to wind and weather,

                fields and meadows lying fallow,

                every month a new distraint

PEER

                Come now, stop this oldwife's talk!

                Many a time has luck seemed dropping,

                and sprung up as high as ever!

ASE

                Saltstrewn is the soil it grew from.

                Lord, but you're a rare one, you,

                just as pert and jaunty still,

                just as bold as when the pastor,

                newly come from Copenhagen,

                bade you tell your Christian name,

                and declared that such a headpiece

                many a prince down there might envy;

                till the cob your father gave him,

                with a sledge to boot, in thanks

                for his pleasant, friendly talk.

                Ah, but things went bravely then!

                Provost, captain, all the rest,

                dropped in daily, ate and drank,

                swilling, till they wellnigh burst.

                But 'tis need that tests one's neighbour.

                Still it grew and empty here

                from the day that "Goldbag Jon"

                started with his pack, a pedlar.

[Dries her eyes with her apron.]

                Ah, you're big and strong enough,

                you should be a staff and pillar

                for your mother's frail old age,

                you should keep the farmwork going,

                guard the remnants of your gear;

[Crying again.]

                oh, God help me, small's the profit

                you have been to me, you scamp!

                Lounging by the hearth at home,

                grubbing in the charcoal embers;

                or, round all the country, frightening

                girls away from merrymakings


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shaming me in all directions,

                fighting with the worst rapscallions

PEER [turning away from her].

                Let me be.

ASE [following him].

                Can you deny

                that you were the foremost brawler

                in the mighty battle royal

                fought the other day at Lunde,

                when you raged like mongrels mad?

                Who was it but you that broke

                Blacksmith Aslak's arm for him,

                or at any rate that wrenched one

                of his fingers out of joint?

PEER

                Who has filled you with such prate?

ASE [hotly].

                Cottar Kari heard the yells!

PEER [rubbing his elbow].

                Maybe, but 'twas I that howled.

ASE

                You?

PEER

                Yes, mother,I got beaten.

ASE

                What d'you say?

PEER

                He's limber, he is.

ASE

                Who?

PEER

                Why Aslak, to be sure.

ASE

                Shameand shame; I spit upon you!

                Such a worthless sot as that,

                such a brawler, such a sodden

                dramsponge to have beaten you!

[Weeping again.]

                Many a shame and slight I've suffered;

                but that this should come to pass

                is the worst disgrace of all.

                What if he be ne'er so limber,

                need you therefore be a weakling?

PEER

                Though I hammer or am hammered,

                still we must have lamentations.

[Laughing.]

                Cheer up, mother

ASE

                What? You're lying

                now again?


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PEER

                Yes, just this once.

                Come now, wipe your tears away;

[Clenching his left hand.]

                see,with this same pair of tongs,

                thus I held the smith bent double,

                while my sledgehammer right fist

ASE

                Oh, you brawler! You will bring me

                with your doings to the grave!

PEER

                No, you're worth a better fate;

                better twenty thousand times!

                Little, ugly, dear old mother,

                you may safely trust my word,

                all the parish shall exalt you;

                only wait till I have done

                somethingsomething really grand!

ASE [contemptuously].

                You!

PEER

                Who knows what may befall one!

ASE

                Would you'd get so far in sense

                one day as to do the darning

                of your breeches for yourself!

PEER [hotly].

                I will be a king, a kaiser!

ASE

                Oh, God comfort me, he's losing

                all the wits that he had left!

PEER

                Yes, I will! just give me time!

ASE

                Give you time, you'll be a prince,

                so the saying goes, I think!

PEER

                You shall see!

ASE

                Oh, hold your tongue!

                You're as mad as mad can be.

                Ah, and yet it's true enough,

                something might have come of you,

                had you not been steeped for ever

                in your lies and trash and moonshine.

                Hegstad's girl was fond of you.

                Easily you could have won her

                had you wooed her with a will

PEER

                Could I?


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ASE

                The old man's too feeble

                not to give his child her way.

                He is stiffnecked in a fashion

                but at last 'tis Ingrid rules;

                and where she leads, step by step,

                stumps the gaffer, grumbling, after.

[Begins to cry again.]

                Ah, my Peer!a golden girl

                land entailed on her! just think,

                had you set your mind upon it,

                you'd be now a bridegroom brave,

                you that stand here grimed and tattered!

PEER [briskly].

                Come, we'll go awooing, then!

ASE

                Where?

PEER

                At Hegstad!

ASE

                Ah, poor boy;

                Hegstad way is barred to wooers!

PEER

                How is that?

ASE

                Ah, I must sigh!

                Lost the moment, lost the luck

PEER

                Speak!

ASE [sobbing].

                While in the Westerhills

                you in air were riding reindeer,

                here Mads Moen's won the girl!

PEER

                What! That women'sbugbear! He!

ASE

                Ay, she's taking him for husband.

PEER

                Wait you here till I have harnessed

                horse and waggon

[Going.]

ASE

                Spare your pains.

                They are to be wed tomorrow

PEER

                Pooh; this evening I'll be there!

ASE

                Fie now! Would you crown our miseries

                with a load of all men's scorn?

PEER

                Never fear; 'twill all go well.


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[Shouting and laughing at the same time.]

                Mother, jump! We'll spare the waggon;

                'twould take time to fetch the mare up

[Lifts her up in his arms.]

ASE

                Put me down!

PEER

                No, in my arms

                I will bear you to the wedding!

[Wades out into the stream.]

ASE

                Help! The Lord have mercy on us!

                Peer! We're drowning

PEER

                I was born

                for a braver death

ASE

                Ay, true;

                sure enough you'll hang at last!

[Tugging at his hair.]

                Oh, you brute!

PEER

                Keep quiet now;

                here the bottom's slipperyslimy.

ASE

                Ass!

PEER

                That's right, don't spare your tongue;

                that does no one any harm.

                Now it's shelving up again

ASE

                Don't you drop me!

PEER

                Heisan! Hop!

                Now we'll play at Peer and reindeer;

[Curvetting.]

                I'm the reindeer, you are Peer!

ASE

                Oh, I'm going clean distraught!

PEER

                There see; now we've reached the shallows;

[Wades ashore.]

                come, a kiss now, for the reindeer;

                just to thank him for the ride

ASE [boxing his ears].

                This is how I thank him!

PEER

                Ow!

                That's a miserable fare!

ASE

                Put me down!


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PEER

                First to the wedding.

                Be my spokesman. You're so clever;

                talk to him, the old curmudgeon;

                say Mads Moen's good for nothing

ASE

                Put me down!

PEER

                And tell him then

                what a rare lad is Peer Gynt.

ASE

                Truly, you may swear to that!

                Fine's the character I'll give you.

                Through and through I'll show you up;

                all about your devil's pranks

                I will tell them straight and plain

PEER

                Will you?

ASE [kicking with rage].

                I won't stay my tongue

                till the old man sets his dog

                at you, as you were a tramp!

PEER

                Hm; then I must go alone.

ASE

                Ay, but I'll come after you!

PEER

                Mother dear, you haven't strength

ASE

                Strength? When I'm in such a rage,

                I could crush the rocks to powder!

                Hu! I'd make a meal of flints!

                Put me down!

PEER

                You'll promise then

ASE

                Nothing! I'll to Hegstad with you!

                They shall know you, what you are!

PEER

                Then you'll even have to stay here.

ASE

                Never! To the feast I'm coming!

PEER

                That you shan't.

ASE

                What will you do?

PEER

                Perch you on the millhouse roof.

[He puts her up on the roof. ASE screams.]

ASE

                Lift me down!


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PEER

                Yes, if you'll listen

ASE

                Rubbish!

PEER

                Dearest mother, pray!

ASE [throwing a sod of grass at him].

                Lift me down this moment, Peer!

PEER

                If I dared, be sure I would.

[Coming nearer.]

                Now remember, sit quite still.

                Do not sprawl and kick about;

                do not tug and tear the shingles,

                else 'twill be the worse for you;

                you might topple down.

ASE

                You beast!

PEER

                Do not kick!

ASE

                I'd have you blown,

                like a changeling, into space!

PEER

                Mother, fie!

ASE

                Bah!

PEER

                Rather give your

                blessing on my undertaking.

                Will you? Eh?

ASE

                I'll thrash you soundly,

                hulking fellow though you be!

PEER

                Well, goodbye then, mother dear!

                Patience; I'll be back ere long.

[Is going, but turns, holds up his finger warningly, and says:]

                Careful now, don't kick and sprawl!

[Goes.]

ASE

                Peer!God help me, now he's off;

                Reindeerrider! Liar! Hei!

                Will you listen!No, he's striding

                o'er the meadow! [Shrieks.] Help! I'm dizzy!

[TWO OLD WOMEN, with sacks on their backs, come down the path to

   the mill.]

FIRST WOMAN

                Christ, who's screaming?

ASE

                It is I!


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SECOND WOMAN

                Ase! Well, you are exalted!

ASE

                This won't be the end of it;

                soon, God help me, I'll be heavenhigh!

FIRST WOMAN

                Bless your passing!

ASE

                Fetch a ladder;

                I must be down! That devil Peer

SECOND WOMAN

                Peer! Your son?

ASE

                Now you can say

                you have seen how he behaves.

FIRST WOMAN

                We'll bear witness.

ASE

                Only help me;

                straight to Hegstad I will hasten

SECOND WOMAN

                Is he there?

FIRST WOMAN

                You'll be revenged, then;

                Aslak Smith will be there too.

ASE [wringing her hands].

                Oh, God help me with my boy;

                they will kill him ere they're done!

FIRST WOMAN

                Oh, that lot has oft been talked of;

                comfort you: what must be must be!

SECOND WOMAN

                She is utterly demented.

[Calls up the hill.]

                Eivind, Anders! Hei! Come here!

A MAN'S VOICE

                What's amiss?

SECOND WOMAN

                Peer Gynt has perched his

                mother on the millhouse roof!

SCENE SECOND

[A hillock, covered with bushes and heather. The highroad runs

   behind it; a fence between.]

[PEER GYNT comes along a footpath, goes quickly up to the fence,

   stops, and looks out over the stretch of country below.]

PEER

                There it lies, Hegstad. Soon I'll have reached it.

[Puts one leg over the fence; then hesitates.]

                Wonder if Ingrid's alone in the house now?

[Shades his eyes with his hand, and looks out.]

                No; to the farm guests are swarming like gnats.


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Hm, to turn back now perhaps would be wisest.

[Draws back his leg.]

                Still they must titter behind your back,

                and whisper so that it burns right through you.

[Moves a few steps away from the fence, and begins absently

    plucking leaves.]

                Ah, if I'd only a good strong dram now.

                Or if I could pass to and fro unseen.

                Or were I unknown.Something proper and strong

                were the best thing of all, for the laughter don't bite then.

[Looks around suddenly as though afraid; then hides among the

    bushes. Some WEDDINGGUESTS pass by, going downwards towards

    the farm.]

A MAN [in conversation as they pass].

                His father was drunken, his mother is weak.

A WOMAN

                Ay, then it's no wonder the lad's good for nought.

[They pass on. Presently PEER GYNT comes forward, his face flushed

   with shame. He peers after them.]

PEER [softly].

                Was it me they were talking of?

[With a forced shrug.]

                Oh, let them chatter!

                After all, they can't sneer the life out of my body.

[Casts himself down upon the heathery slope; lies for some time flat

   on his back with his hands under his head, gazing up into the sky.]

                What a strange sort of cloud! It is just like a horse.

                There's a man on it tooand saddleand bridle.

                And after it comes an old crone on a broomstick.

[Laughs quietly to himself.]

                It is mother. She's scolding and screaming: You beast!

                Hei you, Peer Gynt[His eyes gradually close.] Ay, now

                she is frightened.

                Peer Gynt he rides first, and there follow him many.

                His steed it is goldshod and crested with silver.

                Himself he has gauntlets and sabre and scabbard.

                His cloak it is long, and its lining is silken.

                Full brave is the company riding behind him.

                None of them, though, sits his charger so stoutly.

                None of them glitters like him in the sunshine.

                Down by the fence stand the people in clusters,

                lifting their hats, and agape gazing upwards.

                Women are curtseying. All the world knows him,

                Kaiser Peer Gynt, and his thousands of henchmen.

                Sixpenny pieces and glittering shillings

                over the roadway he scatters like pebbles.

                Rich as a lord grows each man in the parish.

                High o'er the ocean Peer Gynt goes ariding.

                Engelland's Prince on the seashore awaits him;

                there too await him all Engelland's maidens.

                Engelland's nobles and Engelland's Kaiser,


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see him come riding and rise from their banquet.

                Raising his crown, hear the Kaiser address him

ASLAK THE SMITH [to some other young men, passing along the road].

                Just look at Peer Gynt there, the drunken swine!

PEER [starting half up].

                What, Kaiser!

THE SMITH [leaning against the fence and grinning].

                Up with you, Peer, my lad!

PEER

                What the devil? The smith? What do you want here?

THE SMITH [to the others].

                He hasn't got over the Lundespree yet.

PEER [jumping up].

                You'd better be off!

THE SMITH

                I am going, yes.

                But tell us, where have you dropped from, man?

                You've been gone six weeks. Were you trolltaken, eh?

PEER

                I have been doing strange deeds, Aslak Smith!

THE SMITH [winking to the others].

                Let us hear them, Peer!

PEER

                They are nought to you.

THE SMITH [after a pause].

                You're going to Hegstad?

PEER

                No.

THE SMITH

                Time was

                they said that the girl there was fond of you.

PEER

                You grimy crow!

THE SMITH [falling back a little].

                Keep your temper, Peer!

                Though Ingrid has jilted you, others are left;

                thinkson of Jon Gynt! Come on to the feast;

                you'll find there both lambkins and widows well on

PEER

                To hell!

THE SMITH

                You will surely find one that will have you.

                Good evening! I'll give your respects to the bride.

[They go off, laughing and whispering.]

PEER [looks after them a while, then makes a defiant motion and

                turns half round].

                For my part, may Ingrid of Hegstad go marry

                whoever she pleases. It's all one to me.

[Looks down at his clothes.]

                My breeches are torn. I am ragged and grim.

                If only I had something new to put on now.


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[Stamps on the ground.]

                If only I could, with a butchergrip,

                tear out the scorn from their very vitals!

[Looks round suddenly.]

                What was that? Who was it that tittered behind there?

                Hm, I certainly thoughtNo no, it was no one.

                I'll go home to mother.

[Begins to go upwards, but stops again and listens towards Hegstad.]

                They're playing a dance!

[Gazes and listens; moves downwards step by step, his eyes

   glisten; he rubs his hands down his thighs.]

                How the lasses do swarm! Six or eight to a man!

                Oh, galloping death,I must join in the frolic!

                But how about mother, perched up on the millhouse

[His eyes are drawn downwards again; he leaps and laughs.]

                Hei, how the Halling flies over the green!

                Ay, Guttorm, he can make his fiddle speak out!

                It gurgles and booms like a foss o'er a scaur.

                And then all that glittering bevy of girls!

                Yes, galloping death, I must join in the frolic!

[Leaps over the fence and goes down the road.]

SCENE THIRD

[The farmplace at Hegstad. In the background, the dwellinghouse.

   A THRONG OF GUESTS. A lively dance in progress on the green. THE

   FIDDLER sits on a table. THE MASTERCOOK is standing in the doorway.

   COOKMAIDS are going to and fro between the different buildings.

   Groups of ELDERLY PEOPLE sit here and there, talking.]

A WOMAN [joins a group that is seated on some logs of wood].

                The bride? Oh yes, she is crying a bit;

                but that, you know, isn't worth heeding.

THE MASTERCOOK [in another group].

                Now then, good folk, you must empty the barrel.

A MAN

                Thanks to you, friend; but you fill up too quick.

A LAD [to the FIDDLER as he flies past, holding A GIRL by the hand].

                To it now, Guttorm, and don't spare the fiddlestrings!

THE GIRL

                Scrape till it echoes out over the meadows!

OTHER GIRLS [standing in a ring round a lad who is dancing].

                That's a rare fling!

A GIRL

                He has legs that can lift him!

THE LAD [dancing].

                The roof here is high, and the walls wide asunder!

THE BRIDEGROOM [comes whimpering up to his FATHER, who is standing

                talking with some other men, and twitches his jacket].

                Father, she will not; she is so proud!

HIS FATHER

                What won't she do?

THE BRIDEGROOM

                She has locked herself in.


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HIS FATHER

                Well, you must manage to find the key.

THE BRIDEGROOM

                I don't know how.

HIS FATHER

                You're a nincompoop!

[Turns away to the others. The BRIDEGROOM drifts across the yard.]

A LAD [comes from behind the house].

                Wait a bit, girls! Things 'll soon be lively!

                Here comes Peer Gynt.

THE SMITH [who has just come up].

                Who invited him?

THE MASTERCOOK

                No one.

[Goes towards the house.]

THE SMITH [to the girls].

                If he should speak to you, never take notice!

A GIRL [to the others].

                No, we'll pretend that we don't even see him.

PEER GYNT [comes in heated and full of animation, stops right in

                front of the group, and claps his hands].

                Which is the liveliest girl of the lot of you?

A GIRL [as he approaches her].

                I am not.

ANOTHER [similarly].

                I am not.

A THIRD

                No; nor I either.

PEER [to a fourth].

                You come along, then, for want of a better.

THE GIRL

                Haven't got time.

PEER [to a fifth].

                Well then, you!

THE GIRL [going].

                I'm for home.

PEER

                Tonight? are you utterly out of your senses?

THE SMITH [after a moment, in a low voice].

                See, Peer, she's taken a greybeard for partner.

PEER [turns sharply to an elderly man].

                Where are the unbespoke girls?

THE MAN

                Find them out.

[Goes away from him.]

[PEER GYNT has suddenly become subdued. He glances shyly and

   furtively at the group. All look at him, but no one speaks. He

   approaches other groups. Wherever he goes there is silence; when he

   moves away, they look after him and smile.]

PEER [to himself].

                Mocking looks; needlekeen whispers and smiles.


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They grate like a sawblade under the file!

[He slinks along close to the fence. SOLVEIG, leading little HELGA

   by the hand, comes into the yard, along with her PARENTS.]

A MAN [to another, close to PEER GYNT].

                Look, here are the new folk.

THE OTHER

                The ones from the west?

THE FIRST MAN

                Ay, the people from Hedal.

THE OTHER

                Ah yes, so they are.

PEER [places himself in the path of the newcomers, points to

                SOLVEIG, and asks the FATHER:]

                May I dance with your daughter?

THE FATHER [quietly].

                You may so; but first

                we must go to the farmhouse and greet the good people.

[They go in.]

THE MASTERCOOK [to PEER GYNT, offering him drink].

                Since you are here, you'd best take a pull at the liquor.

PEER [looking fixedly after the newcomers].

                Thanks; I'm for dancing; I am not athirst.

[The MASTERCOOK goes away from him. PEER GYNT gazes towards the

   house and laughs.]

                How fair! Did ever you see the like?

                Looked down at her shoes and her snowwhiteapron!

                And then she held on to her mother's skirtfolds,

                and carried a psalmbook wrapped up in a kerchief!

                I must look at that girl.

[Going into the house.]

A LAD [coming out of the house, with several others].

                Are you off so soon, Peer,

                from the dance?

PEER

                No, no.

THE LAD

                Then you're heading amiss!

[Takes hold of his shoulder to turn him round.]

PEER

                Let me pass!

THE LAD

                I believe you're afraid of the smith.

PEER

                I afraid!

THE LAD

                You remember what happened at Lunde?

[They go off, laughing, to the dancinggreen.]

SOLVEIG [in the doorway of the house].

                Are you not the lad that was wanting to dance?

PEER

                Of course it was me; don't you know me again?


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[Takes her hand.]

                Come, then!

SOLVEIG

                We mustn't go far, mother said.

PEER

                Mother said! Mother said! Were you born yesterday?

SOLVEIG

                Now you're laughing!

PEER

                Why sure, you are almost a child.

                Are you grown up?

SOLVEIG

                I read with the pastor last spring.

PEER

                Tell me your name, lass, and then we'll talk easier.

SOLVEIG

                My name is Solveig. And what are you called?

PEER

                Peer Gynt.

SOLVEIG [withdrawing her hand].

                Oh heaven!

PEER

                Why, what is it now?

SOLVEIG

                My garter is loose; I must tie it up tighter.

[Goes away from him.]

THE BRIDEGROOM [pulling at his MOTHER'S gown].

                Mother, she will not!

HIS MOTHER

                She will not? What?

THE BRIDEGROOM

                She won't, mother

HIS MOTHER

                What?

THE BRIDEGROOM

                Unlock the door.

HIS FATHER [angrily, below his breath].

                Oh, you're only fit to be tied in a stall!

HIS MOTHER

                Don't scold him. Poor dear, he'll be all right yet.

[They move away.]

A LAD [coming with a whole crowd of others from the dancinggreen].

                Peer, have some brandy?

PEER

                No.

THE LAD

                Only a drain?

PEER [looking darkly at him].

                Got any?

THE LAD

                Well, I won't say but I have.


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[Pulls out a pocketflask and drinks.]

                Ah! How it stings your throat!Well?

PEER [Drinks.]

                Let me try it.

   ANOTHER LAD

                Now you must try mine as well, you know.

PEER

                No!

THE LAD

                Oh, nonsense; now don't be a fool.

                Take a pull, Peer!

PEER

                Well then, give me a drop.

[Drinks again.]

A GIRL [half aloud].

                Come, let's be going.

PEER

                Afraid of me, wench?

A THIRD LAD

                Who isn't afraid of you?

A FOURTH

                At Lunde

                you showed us clearly what tricks you could play.

PEER

                I can do more than that, when once I get started!

THE FIRST LAD [whispering].

                Now he's getting into swing!

SEVERAL OTHERS [forming a circle around him].

                Tell away! Tell away!

                What can you?

PEER

                Tomorrow!

OTHERS

                No, now, tonight!

A GIRL

                Can you conjure, Peer?

PEER

                I can call up the devil!

A MAN

                My grandam could do that before I was born!

PEER

                Liar! What I can do, that no one else can.

                I one day conjured him into a nut.

                It was wormbored, you see!

SEVERAL [laughing].

                Ay, that's easily guessed!

PEER

                He cursed, and he wept, and he wanted to bribe me

                with all sorts of things

ONE OF THE CROWD

                But he had to go in?


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PEER

                Of course. I stopped up the hole with a peg.

                Hei! If you'd heard him rumbling and grumbling!

A GIRL

                Only think!

PEER

                It was just like a humblebee buzzing.

THE GIRL

                Have you got him still in the nut?

PEER

                Why, no;

                by this time that devil has flown on his way.

                The grudge the smith bears me is all his doing.

A LAD

                Indeed?

PEER

                I went to the smithy, and begged

                that he would crack that same nutshell for me.

                He promised he would!laid it down on his anvil;

                but Aslak, you know, is so heavy of hand;

                for ever swinging that great sledgehammer

A VOICE FROM THE CROWD

                Did he kill the foul fiend?

PEER

                He laid on like a man.

                But the devil showed fight, and tore off in a flame

                through the roof, and shattered the wall asunder.

SEVERAL VOICES

                And the smith?

PEER

                Stood there with his hands all scorched.

                And from that day onwards, we've never been friends.

[General laughter.]

SOME OF THE CROWD

                That yarn is a good one.

OTHERS

                About his best.

PEER

                Do you think I am making it up?

A MAN

                Oh no,

                that you're certainly not; for I've heard the most on't

                from my grandfather

PEER

                Liar! It happened to me!

THE MAN

                Yes, like everything else.

PEER [with a fling].

                I can ride, I can,

                clean through the air, on the bravest of steeds!

                Oh, many's the thing I can do, I tell you!


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[Another roar of laughter.]

ONE OF THE GROUP

                Peer, ride through the air a bit!

MANY

                Do, dear Peer Gynt!

PEER

                You may spare you the trouble of begging so hard.

                I will ride like a hurricane over you all!

                Every man in the parish shall fall at my feet!

AN ELDERLY MAN

                Now he is clean off his head.

ANOTHER

                The dolt!

A THIRD

                Braggart!

A FOURTH

                Liar!

PEER [threatening them].

                Ay, wait till you see!

A MAN [half drunk].

                Ay, wait; you'll soon get your jacket dusted!

OTHERS

                Your back beaten tender! Your eyes painted blue!

[The crowd disperses, the elder men angry, the younger laughing

   and jeering.]

THE BRIDEGROOM [close to PEER GYNT].

                Peer, is it true you can ride through the air?

PEER [shortly].

                It's all true, Mads! You must know I'm a rare one!

THE BRIDEGROOM

                Then have you got the Invisible Cloak too?

PEER

                The Invisible Hat, do you mean? Yes, I have.

[Turns away from him. SOLVEIG crosses the yard, leading little

   HELGA.]

PEER [goes towards them; his face lights up].

                Solveig! Oh, it is well you have come!

[Takes hold of her wrist.]

                Now will I swing you round fast and fine!

SOLVEIG

                Loose me!

PEER

                Wherefore?

SOLVEIG

                You are so wild.

PEER

                The reindeer is wild, too, when summer is dawning.

                Come then, lass; do not be wayward now!

SOLVEIG [withdrawing her arm].

                Dare not.

PEER


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Wherefore?

SOLVEIG

                No, you've been drinking.

[Moves off with HELGA.]

PEER

                Oh, if I had but my knifeblade driven

                clean through the heart of them,one and all!

THE BRIDEGROOM [nudging him with his elbow].

                Peer, can't you help me to get at the bride?

PEER [absently].

                The bride? Where is she?

THE BRIDEGROOM

                In the storehouse.

PEER

                Ah.

THE BRIDEGROOM

                Oh, dear Peer Gynt, you must try at least!

PEER

                No, you must get on without my help.

[A thought strikes him; he says softly but sharply:]

                Ingrid! The storehouse!

[Goes Up tO SOLVEIG.]

                Have you thought better on't?

[SOLVEIG tries to go; he blocks her path.]

                You're ashamed to, because I've the look of a tramp.

SOLVEIG [hastily].

                No, that you haven't; that's not true at all!

PEER

                Yes! And I've taken a drop as well;

                but that was to spite you, because you had hurt me.

                Come then!

SOLVEIG

                Even if I would now, I daren't.

PEER

                Who are you frightened of?

SOLVEIG

                Father, most.

PEER

                Father? Ay, ay; he is one of the quiet ones!

                One of the godly, eh?Answer, come!

SOLVEIG

                What shall I say?

PEER

                Is your father a psalmsinger?

                And you and your mother as well, no doubt?

                Come, will you speak?

SOLVEIG

                Let me go in peace.

PEER

                No!

[In a low but sharp and threatening tone.]


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I can turn myself into a troll!

                I'll come to your bedside at midnight tonight.

                If you should hear some one hissing and spitting,

                you mustn't imagine it's only the cat.

                It's me, lass! I'll drain out your blood in a cup,

                and your little sister, I'll eat her up;

                ay, you must know I'm a werewolf at night;

                I'll bite you all over the loins and the back

[Suddenly changes his tone, and entreats, as if in dread:]

                Dance with me, Solveig!

SOLVEIG [looking darkly at him].

                Then you were grim.

[Goes into the house.]

THE BRIDEGROOM [comes sidling up again].

                I'll give you an ox if you'll help me!

PEER

                Then come!

[They go out behind the house. At the same moment a crowd of men

   come up from the dancinggreen; most of them are drunk. Noise and

   hubbub. SOLVEIG, HELGA, and their PARENTS appear among a number of

   elderly people in the doorway.]

THE MASTERCOOK [to the SMITH, who is the foremost of the crowd].

                Keep peace now!

THE SMITH [pulling off his jacket].

                No, we must fight it out here.

                Peer Gynt or I must be taught a lesson.

SOME VOICES

                Ay, let them fight for it!

OTHERS

                No, only wrangle!

THE SMITH

                Fists must decide; for the case is past words.

SOLVEIG'S FATHER

                Control yourself, man!

HELGA

                Will they beat him, mother?

A LAD

                Let us rather tease him with all his lies!

ANOTHER

                Kick him out of the company!

A THIRD

                Spit in his eyes!

A FOURTH [to the SMITH].

                You're not backing out, smith?

THE SMITH [flinging away his jacket].

                The jade shall be slaughtered!

SOLVEIG'S MOTHER [to SOLVEIG].

                There, you can see how that windbag is thought of.

ASE [coming up with a stick in her hand].

                Is that son of mine here? Now he's in for a drubbing!

                Oh! how heartily I will dang him!


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THE SMITH [rolling up his shirtsleeves].

                That switch is too light for a carcass like his.

                The smith will dang him!

OTHERS

                Bang him!

THE SMITH [spits on his hands and nods to ASE].

                Hang him!

ASE

                What? Hang my Peer? Ay, just try if you dare;

                Ase and I, we have teeth and claws!

                Where is he? [Calls across the yard:] Peer!

THE BRIDEGROOM [comes running up].

                Oh, God's death on the cross!

                Come father, come mother, and!

HIS FATHER

                What is the matter?

THE BRIDEGROOM

                Just fancy, Peer Gynt!

ASE [screams].

                Have they taken his life?

THE BRIDEGROOM

                No, but Peer Gynt! Look, there on the hillside!

THE CROWD

                With the bride!

ASE [lets her stick sink].

                Oh, the beast!

THE SMITH [as if thunderstruck].

                Where the slope rises sheerest

                he's clambering upwards, by God, like a goat!

THE BRIDEGROOM [crying].

                He's shouldered her, mother, as I might a pig!

ASE [shaking her fist up at him].

                Would God you might fall, and!

[Screams out in terror.]

                Take care of your footing!

THE HEGSTAD FARMER [comes in, bareheaded and white with rage].

                I'll have his life for this briderape yet!

ASE

                Oh no, God punish me if I let you!

ACT SECOND

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].


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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

                Sinand 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 lureand then forsake me!

PEER

                And what terms have you to offer?

INGRID

                Hegstad Farm, and more besides.

PEER

                Is your psalmbook in your kerchief?

                Where's the goldmane on your shoulders?

                Do you glance adown your apron?

                Do you hold your mother's skirtfold?

                Speak!

INGRID

                No, but

PEER

                Went you to the pastor

                this last springtide?

INGRID


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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.]


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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!

                Fogscuds 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 wewhy we took to fairytales

                of princes and trolls and of all sorts of beasts;

                and of briderapes 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!


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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 sheeppath

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!


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[Wrings her hands.]

                And to thinkand 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 Hegstadchurl 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 firtree 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!

                Trollpack! Tonight 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!

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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 horselaugh].

                They cannot come hither!

FIRST GIRL

                Mine called me his sweetheart and called me his darling.

                Now he has married a greyheaded widow.

SECOND GIRL

                Mine met a gipsywench 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!

                Trollpack! Tonight would you sleep in our arms?

PEER [stands, with a sudden leap, in the midst of them].

                I'm a threeheaded 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 whiteheated 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 mountaintops,

                screaming and singing].

                Trond of the Valfjeld! Bard and Kare!

                Trollpack!Tonight 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.]


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[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 treeroots,

                that grow from the ridge's clefts?

                They are warriors heronfooted!

                Now they, too, are fading away.

                A shimmering like rainbowstreamers

                goes shooting through eyes and brain.

                What is it, that faroff chiming?

                What's weighing my eyebrows down?

                Hu, how my forehead's throbbing

                a tightening redhot 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 hillwall

                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 kneedeep!

[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 christeningfont!

                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!


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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!

                Haha, yonder house, I know it;

                it's grandfather's newbuilt 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 tonight.

                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 treetops.]

[A GREENCLAD WOMAN is crossing the hillside; PEER GYNT follows her,

   with all sorts of loverlike antics.]

THE GREENCLAD 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 GREENCLAD ONE

                Nor beat me?

PEER

                No, can you think I would?

                We kings' sons never beat women and such.

THE GREENCLAD ONE

                You're a king's son?

PEER

                Yes.


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THE GREENCLAD ONE

                I'm the DovreKing's daughter.

PEER

                Are you? See there, now, how well that fits in!

THE GREENCLAD ONE

                Deep in the Ronde has father his palace.

PEER

                My mother's is bigger, or much I'm mistaken.

THE GREENCLAD ONE

                Do you know my father? His name is King Brose.

PEER

                Do you know my mother? Her name is Queen Ase.

THE GREENCLAD ONE

                When my father is angry the mountains are riven.

PEER

                They reel when my mother by chance falls ascolding.

THE GREENCLAD ONE

                My father can kick e'en the loftiest rooftree.

PEER

                My mother can ride through the rapidest river.

THE GREENCLAD ONE

                Have you other garments besides those rags?

PEER

                Ho, you should just see my Sunday clothes!

THE GREENCLAD ONE

                My weekday gown is of gold and silk.

PEER

                It looks to me liker tow and straws.

THE GREENCLAD ONE

                Ay, there is one thing you must remember:

                this is the Rondefolk's use and wont:

                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 GREENCLAD ONE

                Black it seems white, and ugly seems fair.

PEER

                Big it seems little, and dirty seems clean.

THE GREENCLAD 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 GREENCLAD ONE [calls away over the hillside].

                Bridalsteed! Bridalsteed! bridalsteed mine!

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and an old sack for a saddle. PEER GYNT vaults on its back, and

   seats the GREENCLAD ONE in front of him.]

PEER

                Harkaway! Through the Rondegate gallop we in!

                Geeup, geeup, my courser fine!

THE GREENCLAD 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 ridinggear!

SCENE SIXTH

[The Royal Hall of the King of the DovreTrolls. A great assembly

   of TROLLCOURTIERS, 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 TROLLCOURTIERS

                Slay him! a Christianman's son has deluded

                the DovreKing's loveliest maid!

A TROLLIMP

                May I hack him on the fingers?

ANOTHER

                May I tug him by the hair?

A TROLLMAIDEN

                Hu, hei, let me bite him in the haunches!

A TROLLWITCH [with a ladle].

                Shall he be boiled into broth and bree?

ANOTHER TROLLWITCH [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 stronglybuilt too, if I see aright.

                It's true, he has only a single head;

                but my daughter, too, has no more than one.

                Threeheaded trolls are going clean out of fashion;

                one hardly sees even a twoheader now,

                and even those heads are but soso 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.

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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 Rondehills' 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 nextnow for putting your wits to the test.

[Draws himself up in his seat.]

THE OLDEST TROLLCOURTIER [to PEER GYNT].

                Let us see if you have a wisdomtooth

                that can crack the DovreKing's riddlenut!

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 beenough!"

THE TROLLCOURTIER [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 nightcaps, and so

   forth, bring in food and drink.]

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ask not if its taste be sour or sweet;

                the main matter is, and you mustn't forget it,

                it's all of it homebrewed.

PEER [pushing the things away from him].

                The devil fly off with your homebrewed 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 Christianman's garb;

                for this you must know to our Dovre's renown:

                here all things are mountainmade, 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 Sundaytail, 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?


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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 trollfolk, 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.

                Musicmaid, forth! Set the Dovreharp sounding!

                Dancingmaid, forth! Tread the Dovrehall'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 bellcow with her hoof on a gutharp strumming,

                a sow in socklets atrip to the tune.

THE COURTIERS

                Eat him!

THE OLD MAN

                His sense is but human, remember!

TROLLMAIDENS

                Hu, tear away both his ears and his eyes!

THE GREENCLAD ONE [weeping].

                Huhu! 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 GREENCLAD 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 soninlaw, now, is as pliant as any;


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he's willingly thrown off his Christianman'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 windowpane 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 bellcows harping and sows that dance.

PEER

                This is madman's talk!

THE OLDEST COURTIER

                It's the DovreKing 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 sermonbook:

                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 DovreKing's gate doesn't open outwards.

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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 trolllike fashion?

                And you'd fain be a troll?

PEER

                Yes, I would, sure enough.

                For a bride and a wellmanaged 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 hilltroll 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 pastyfaced 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 GREENCLAD ONE

                My Peer, ere the year's out, you'll be a father.


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PEER

                Open doors! let me go!

THE OLD MAN

                In a hegoat'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 lookout.

                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 GREENCLAD ONE is taken ill, and is carried out by

   TROLLMAIDS.]

THE OLD MAN [looks at him for a while in high disdain; then says:]

                Dash him to shards on the rockwalls, children!

THE TROLLIMPS

                Oh dad, mayn't we play owlandeagle first!

                The wolfgame! Greymouse and gloweyed cat!

THE OLD MAN

                Yes, but quick. I am worried and sleepy. Goodnight!

[He goes.]

PEER [hunted by the TROLLIMPS].

                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 trapdoor.]

THE IMPS

                Shut up all the crannies!

THE TROLLCOURTIER

                Now the smallfry 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!

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A rathole!

[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!

[Churchbells sound far away.]

THE IMPS

                Bells in the mountain! The BlackFrock'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.

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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 trollsmeared; but I have my fists!

[Fights his way forward.]

THE VOICE

                Ay, trust to your fists, lad, trust to your body.

                Heehee, 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, halfwakened 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

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PEER

                Were there only a nixie here that could prick me!

                Were there only as much as a yearold 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 wingstrokes of great birds.]

BIRDCRIES

                Comes he now, Boyg?

THE VOICE

                Ay, step by step.

BIRDCRIES

                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 claspbook! Hurl it straight into his eyes!

BIRDCRIES

                He totters!

THE VOICE

                We have him.

BIRDCRIES

                Sisters! Make haste!

PEER

                Too dear the purchase one pays for life

                in such a heartwasting hour of strife.

[Sinks down.]

BIRDCRIES

                Boyg, there he's fallen! Seize him! Seize him!

[A sound of bells and of psalmsinging 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 mountainside 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?

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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 horsefly the DovreKing'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.]

ACT THIRD

SCENE FIRST

[Deep in the pinewoods. Grey autumn weather. Snow is falling.]

[PEER GYNT stands in his shirtsleeves, felling timber.]

PEER [hewing at a large firtree with twisted branches].

                Oh ay, you are tough, you ancient churl;

                but it's all in vain, for you'll soon be down.

[Hews at it again.]


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I see well enough you've a chainmail shirt,

                but I'll hew it through, were it never so stout.

                Ay, ay, you're shaking your twisted arms;

                you've reason enough for your spite and rage;

                but none the less you must bend the knee!

[Breaks off suddenly.]

                Lies! 'Tis an old tree, and nothing more.

                Lies! It was never a steelclad churl;

                it's only a firtree with fissured bark.

                It is heavy labour this hewing timber;

                but the devil and all when you hew and dream too.

                I'll have done with it allwith this dwelling in mist,

                and, broadawake, dreaming your senses away.

                You're an outlaw, lad! You are banned to the woods.

[Hews for a while rapidly.]

                Ay, an outlaw, ay. You've no mother now

                to spread your table and bring your food.

                If you'd eat, my lad, you must help yourself,

                fetch your rations raw from the wood and stream,

                split your own firroots and light your own fire,

                bustle around, and arrange and prepare things.

                Would you clothe yourself warmly, you must stalk your deer;

                would you found you a house, you must quarry the stones;

                would you build up its walls, you must fell the logs,

                and shoulder them all to the buildingplace.

[His axe sinks down; he gazes straight in front of him.]

                Brave shall the building be. Tower and vane

                shall rise from the rooftree, high and fair.

                And then I will carve, for the knob on the gable,

                a mermaid, shaped like a fish from the navel.

                Brass shall there be on the vane and the doorlocks.

                Glass I must see and get hold of too.

                Strangers, passing, shall ask amazed

                what that is glittering far on the hillside.

[Laughs angrily.]

                Devil's own lies! There they come again.

                You're an outlaw, lad!

[Hewing vigorously.]

                A barkthatched hovel

                is shelter enough both in rain and frost.

[Looks up at the tree.]

                Now he stands wavering. There; only a kick,

                and he topples and measures his length on the ground;

                the thickswarming undergrowth shudders around him!

[Begins lopping the branches from the trunk; suddenly he listens,

   and stands motionless with his axe in the air.]

                There's some one after me!Ay, are you that sort,

                old Hegstadchurl;would you play me false?

[Crouches behind the tree, and peeps over it.]

                A lad! One only. He seems afraid.

                He peers all round him. What's that he hides


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'neath his jacket? A sickle. He stops and looks around,

                now he lays his hand on a fencerail flat.

                What's this now? Why does he lean like that?

                Ugh, ugh! Why, he's chopped his finger off!

                A whole finger off!He bleeds like an ox.

                Now he takes to his heels with his fist in a clout.

[Rises.]

                What a devil of a lad! An unmendable finger!

                Right off! And with no one compelling him to it!

                Ho', now I remember! It's only thus

                you can 'scape from having to serve the King.

                That's it. They wanted to send him soldiering,

                and of course the lad didn't want to go.

                But to chop off? To sever for good and all?

                Ay, think of itwish it donewill it to boot,

                but do it! No, that's past my understanding!

[Shakes his head a little; then goes on with his work.]

SCENE SECOND

[A room in ASE's house. Everything in disorder; boxes standing open;

   wearing apparel strewn around. A cat is lying on the bed.]

[ASE and the COTTAR's WIFE are hard at work packing things

   together and putting them straight.]

ASE [running to one side].

                Kari, come here!

KARI

                What now?

ASE [on the other side].

                Come here!

                Where is? Where shall I find? Tell me where?

                What am I seeking? I'm out of my wits!

                Where is the key of the chest?

KARI

                In the keyhole.

ASE

                What is that rumbling?

KARI

                The last cartload

                they're driving to Hegstad.

ASE [weeping].

                How glad I'd be

                in the black chest myself to be driven away!

                Oh, what must a mortal abide and live through!

                God help me in mercy! The whole house is bare!

                What the Hegstadchurl left now the bailiff has taken.

                Not even the clothes on my back have they spared.

                Fie! Shame on them all that have judged so hardly!

[Seats herself on the edge of the bed.]

                Both the land and the farmplace are lost to our line;

                the old man was hard, but the law was still harder;

                there was no one to help me, and none would show mercy;

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KARI

                But here, in this house, you may dwell till you die.

ASE

                Ay, the cat and I live on charity.

KARI

                God help you, mother; your Peer's cost you dear.

ASE

                Peer? Why, you're out of your senses, sure!

                Ingrid came home none the worse in the end.

                The right thing had been to hold Satan to reckoning;

                he was the sinner, ay, he and none other;

                the ugly beast tempted my poor boy astray!

KARI

                Had I not better send word to the parson?

                Mayhap you're worse than you think you are.

ASE

                To the parson? Truly I almost think so.

[Starts up.]

                But, oh God, I can't! I'm the boy's own mother;

                and help him I must; it's no more than my duty;

                I must do what I can when the rest forsake him.

                They've left him this coat; I must patch it up.

                I wish I dared snap up the furrug as well!

                What's come of the hose?

KARI

                They are there, 'mid that rubbish.

ASE [rummaging about].

                Why, what have we here? I declare it's an old

                castingladle, Kari! With this he would play

                buttonmoulder, would melt, and then shape, and then stamp

                them.

                One daythere was companyin the boy came,

                and begged of his father a lump of tin.

                "No tin," says Jon, "but King Christian's coin;

                silver; to show you're the son of Jon Gynt."

                God pardon him, Jon; he was drunk, you see,

                and then he cared neither for tin nor for gold.

                Here are the hose. Oh, they're nothing but holes;

                they want darning, Kari!

KARI

                Indeed but they do.

ASE

                When that is done, I must get to bed;

                I feel so broken, and frail, and ill

[Joyfully.]

                Two woollenshirts, Kari;they've passed them by!

KARI

                So they have indeed.

ASE

                It's a bit of luck.

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or rather, I think we'll e'en take them both;

                the one he has on is so worn and thin.

KARI

                But oh, Mother Ase, I fear it's a sin!

ASE

                Maybe; but remember, the priest holds out

                pardon for this and our other sinnings.

SCENE THIRD

[In front of a settler's newlybuilt hut in the forest. A reindeer's

   horns over the door. The snow is lying deep around. It is dusk.]

[PEER GYNT is standing outside the door, fastening a large wooden

   bar to it.]

PEER [laughing betweenwhiles].

                Bars I must fix me; bars that can fasten

                the door against trollfolk, and men, and women.

                Bars I must fix me; bars that can shut out

                all the cantankerous little hobgoblins.

                They come with the darkness, they knock and they rattle:

                Open, Peer Gynt, we're as nimble as thoughts are!

                'Neath the bedstead we bustle, we rake in the ashes,

                down the chimney we hustle like fieryeyed dragons.

                Heehee! Peer Gynt; think you staples and planks

                can shut out cantankerous hobgoblinthoughts?

[SOLVEIG comes on snowshoes over the heath; she has a shawl over

   her head, and a bundle in her hand.]

SOLVEIG

                God prosper your labour. You must not reject me.

                You sent for me hither, and so you must take me.

PEER

                Solveig! It cannot be! Ay, but it is!

                And you're not afraid to come near to me!

SOLVEIG

                One message you sent me by little Helga;

                others came after in storm and in stillness.

                All that your mother told bore me a message,

                that brought forth others when dreams sank upon me.

                Nights full of heaviness, blank, empty days,

                brought me the message that now I must come.

                It seemed as though life had been quenched down there;

                I could nor laugh nor weep from the depths of my heart.

                I knew not for sure how you might be minded;

                I knew but for sure what I should do and must do.

PEER

                But your father?

SOLVEIG

                In all of God's wide earth

                I have none I can call either father or mother.

                I have loosed me from all of them.

PEER

                Solveig, you fair one

                and to come to me?


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SOLVEIG

                Ay, to you alone;

                you must be all to me, friend and consoler.

[In tears.]

                The worst was leaving my little sister;

                but parting from father was worse, still worse;

                and worst to leave her at whose breast I was borne;

                oh no, God forgive me, the worst I must call

                the sorrow of leaving them all, ay all!

PEER

                And you know the doom that was passed in spring?

                It forfeits my farm and my heritage.

SOLVEIG

                Think you for heritage, goods, and gear,

                I forsook the paths all my dear ones tread?

PEER

                And know you the compact? Outside the forest

                whoever may meet me may seize me at will.

SOLVEIG

                I ran upon snowshoes; I asked my way on;

                they said "Whither go you?" I answered, "I go home."

PEER

                Away, away then with nails and planks!

                No need now for bars against hobgoblinthoughts.

                If you dare dwell with the hunter here,

                I know the hut will be blessed from ill.

                Solveig! Let me look at you! Not too near!

                Only look at you! Oh, but you are bright and pure!

                Let me lift you! Oh, but you are fine and light!

                Let me carry you, Solveig, and I'll never be tired!

                I will not soil you. With outstretched arms

                I will hold you far out from me, lovely and warm one!

                Oh, who would have thought I could draw you to me,

                ah, but I have longed for you, daylong and nightlong.

                Here you may see I've been hewing and building;

                it must down again, dear; it is ugly and mean

SOLVEIG

                Be it mean or brave,here is all to my mind.

                One so lightly draws breath in the teeth of the wind.

                Down below it was airless; one felt as though choked;

                that was partly what drove me in fear from the dale.

                But here, with the firbranches soughing o'erhead,

                what a stillness and song!I am here in my home.

PEER

                And know you that surely? For all your days?

SOLVEIG

                The path I have trodden leads back nevermore.

PEER

                You are mine then! In! In the room let me see you!

                Go in! I must go to fetch firroots for fuel.

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you shall sit softly and never be acold.

[He opens the door; SOLVEIG goes in. He stands still for a while,

   then laughs aloud with joy and leaps into the air.]

PEER

                My king's daughter! Now I have found her and won her!

                Hei! Now the palace shall rise, deeply founded!

[He seizes his axe and moves away; at the same moment an OLDLOOKING

   WOMAN, in a tattered green gown, comes out from the wood; an UGLY

   BRAT, with an aleflagon in his hand, limps after, holding on to her

   skirt.]

THE WOMAN

                Good evening, Peer Lightfoot!

PEER

                What is it? Who's there?

THE WOMAN

                Old friends of yours, Peer Gynt! My home is near by.

                We are neighbours.

PEER

                Indeed? That is more than I know.

THE WOMAN

                Even as your hut was builded, mine built itself too.

PEER [going].

                I'm in haste

THE WOMAN

                Yes, that you are always, my lad;

                but I'll trudge behind you and catch you at last.

PEER

                You're mistaken, good woman!

THE WOMAN

                I was so before;

                I was when you promised such mighty fine things.

PEER

                I promised? What devil's own nonsense is this?

THE WOMAN

                You've forgotten the night when you drank with my sire?

                You've forgot?

PEER

                I've forgot what I never have known.

                What's this that you prate of? When last did we meet?

THE WOMAN

                When last we met was when first we met.

[To THE BRAT.]

                Give your father a drink; he is thirsty, I'm sure.

PEER

                Father? You're drunk, woman! Do you call him?

THE WOMAN

                I should think you might well know the pig by its skin!

                Why, where are your eyes? Can't you see that he's lame

                in his shank, just as you too are lame in your soul?

PEER

                Would you have me believe?


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THE WOMAN

                Would you wriggle away?

PEER

                This longlegged urchin!

THE WOMAN

                He's shot up apace.

PEER

                Dare you, you trollsnout, father on me?

THE WOMAN

                Come now, Peer Gynt, you're as rude as an ox!

[Weeping.]

                Is it my fault if no longer I'm fair,

                as I was when you lured me on hillside and lea?

                Last fall, in my labour, the Fiend held my back,

                and so 'twas no wonder I came out a fright.

                But if you would see me as fair as before,

                you have only to turn yonder girl out of doors,

                drive her clean out of your sight and your mind;

                do but this, dear my love, and I'll soon lose my snout!

PEER

                Begone from me, trollwitch!

THE WOMAN

                Ay, see if I do!

PEER

                I'll split your skull open!

THE WOMAN

                Just try if you dare!

                Hoho, Peer Gynt, I've no fear of blows!

                Be sure I'll return every day of the year.

                I'll set the door ajar and peep in at you both.

                When you're sitting with your girl on the fireside bench,

                when you're tender, Peer Gynt,when you'd pet and caress her,

                I'll seat myself by you, and ask for my share.

                She there and Iwe will take you by turns.

                Farewell, dear my lad, you can marry tomorrow!

PEER

                You nightmare of hell!

THE WOMAN

                Bythebye, I forgot!

                You must rear your own youngster, you lightfooted scamp!

                Little imp, will you go to your father?

THE BRAT [spits at him].

                Faugh!

                I'll chop you with my hatchet; only wait, only wait!

THE WOMAN [kisses THE BRAT].

                What a head he has got on his shoulders, the dear!

                You'll be father's living image when once you're a man!

PEER [stamping].

                Oh, would you were as far!

THE WOMAN

                As we now are near?


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PEER [clenching his hands].

                And all this!

THE WOMAN

                For nothing but thoughts and desires!

                It is hard on you, Peer!

PEER

                It is worst for another!

                Solveig, my fairest, my purest gold!

THE WOMAN

                Oh ay, 'tis the guiltless must smart, said the devil;

                his mother boxed his ears when his father was drunk!

[She trudges off into the thicket with THE BRAT, who throws the

   flagon at PEER GYNT.]

PEER [after a long silence].

                The Boyg said, "Go roundabout!"so one must here.

                There fell my fine palace, with crash and clatter!

                There's a wall around her whom I stood so near,

                of a sudden all's uglymy joy has grown old.

                Roundabout, lad! There's no way to be found

                right through all this from where you stand to her.

                Right through? Hm, surely there should be one.

                There's a text on repentance, unless I mistake.

                But what? What is it? I haven't the book,

                I've forgotten it mostly, and here there is none

                that can guide me aright in the pathless wood.

                Repentance? And maybe 'twould take whole years,

                ere I fought my way through. 'Twere a meagre life, that.

                To shatter what's radiant, and lovely, and pure,

                and clinch it together in fragments and shards?

                You can do it with a fiddle, but not with a bell.

                Where you'd have the sward green, you must mind not to trample.

                'Twas nought but a lie though, that witchsnout business!

                Now all that foulness is well out of sight.

                Ay, out of sight maybe, not out of mind.

                Thoughts will sneak stealthily in at my heel.

                Ingrid! And the three, they that danced on the heights!

                Will they too want to join us? With vixenish spite

                will they claim to be folded, like her, to my breast,

                to be tenderly lifted on outstretched arms?

                Roundabout, lad; though my arms were as long

                as the root of the fir, or the pinetree's stem,

                I think even then I should hold her too near,

                to set her down pure and untarnished again.

                I must roundabout here, then, as best I may,

                and see that it bring me nor gain nor loss.

                One must put such things from one, and try to forget.

[Goes a few steps towards the hut, but stops again.]

                Go in after this? So befouled and disgraced?

                Go in with that trollrabble after me still?

                Speak, yet be silent; confess, yet conceal?

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It's holyday evening. For me to keep tryst,

                such as now I am, would be sacrilege.

SOLVEIG [in the doorway].

                Are you coming?

PEER [half aloud].

                Roundabout!

SOLVEIG

                What?

PEER

                You must wait.

                It is dark, and I've got something heavy to fetch.

SOLVEIG

                Wait; I will help you; the burden we'll share.

PEER

                No, stay where you are! I must bear it alone.

SOLVEIG

                But don't go too far, dear!

PEER

                Be patient, my girl;

                be my way long or shortyou must wait.

SOLVEIG [nodding to him as he goes].

                Yes, I'll Wait!

[PEER GYNT goes down the woodpath. SOLVEIG remains standing in

   the open halfdoor.]

SCENE FOURTH

[ASE's room. Evening. The room is lighted by a wood fire on the open

   hearth. A cat is lying on a chair at the foot of the bed.]

[ASE lies in the bed, fumbling about restlessly with her hands on

   the coverlet.]

ASE

                Oh, Lord my God, isn't he coming?

                The time drags so drearily on.

                I have no one to send with a message;

                and I've much, oh so much, to say.

                I haven't a moment to lose now!

                So quickly! Who could have foreseen!

                Oh me, if I only were certain

                I'd not been too strict with him!

PEER GYNT [enters].

                Good evening!

ASE

                The Lord give you gladness!

                You've come then, my boy, my dear!

                But how dare you show face in the valley?

                You know your life's forfeit here.

PEER

                Oh, life must e'en go as it may go;

                I felt that I must look in.

ASE

                Ay, now Kari is put to silence,

                and I can depart in peace!


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PEER

                Depart? Why, what are you saying?

                Where is it you think to go?

ASE

                Alas, Peer, the end is nearing;

                I have but a short time left.

PEER [writhing, and walking towards the back of the room].

                See there now! I'm fleeing from trouble;

                I thought at least here I'd be free!

                Are your hands and your feet acold, then?

ASE

                Ay, Peer; all will soon be o'er.

                When you see that my eyes are glazing,

                you must close them carefully.

                And then you must see to my coffin;

                and be sure it's a fine one, dear.

                Ah no, bythebye

PEER

                Be quiet!

                There's time yet to think of that.

ASE

                Ay, ay.

[Looks restlessly around the room.]

                Here you see the little

                they've left us! It's like them, just.

PEER [with a writhe].

                Again!

[Harshly.]

                Well, I know it was my fault.

                What's the use of reminding me?

ASE

                You! No, that accursed liquor,

                from that all the mischief came!

                Dear my boy, you know you'd been drinking;

                and then no one knows what he does;

                and besides, you'd been riding the reindeer;

                no wonder your head was turned!

PEER

                Ay, ay; of that yarn enough now.

                Enough of the whole affair.

                All that's heavy we'll let stand over

                till aftersome other day.

[Sits on the edge of the bed.]

                Now, mother, we'll chat together;

                but only of this and that,

                forget what's awry and crooked,

                and all that is sharp and sore.

                Why see now, the same old pussy;

                so she is alive then, still?

ASE

                She makes such a noise o' nights now;


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you know what that bodes, my boy!

PEER [changing the subject].

                What news is there here in the parish?

ASE [smiling].

                There's somewhere about, they say,

                a girl who would fain to the uplands

PEER [hastily].

                Mads Moen, is he content?

ASE

                They say that she hears and heeds not

                the old people's prayers and tears.

                You ought to look in and see them;

                you, Peer, might perhaps bring help

PEER

                The smith, what's become of him now?

ASE

                Don't talk of that filthy smith.

                Her name I would rather tell you,

                the name of the girl, you know

PEER

                No, now we will chat together,

                but only of this and that,

                forget what's awry and crooked,

                and all that is sharp and sore.

                Are you thirsty? I'll fetch you water.

                Can you stretch you? The bed is short.

                Let me see;if I don't believe, now,

                It's the bed that I had when a boy!

                Do you mind, dear, how oft in the evenings

                you sat at my bedside here,

                and spread the furcoverlet o'er me,

                and sang many a lilt and lay?

ASE

                Ay, mind you? And then we played sledges

                when your father was far abroad.

                The coverlet served for sledgeapron,

                and the floor for an icebound fiord.

PEER

                Ah, but the best of all, though,

                mother, you mind that too?

                the best was the fleetfoot horses

ASE

                Ay, think you that I've forgot?

                It was Kari's cat that we borrowed;

                it sat on the logscooped chair

PEER

                To the castle west of the moon, and

                the castle east of the sun,

                to SoriaMoria Castle

                the road ran both high and low.

                A stick that we found in the closet,


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for a whipshaft you made it serve.

ASE

                Right proudly I perked on the boxseat

PEER

                Ay, ay; you threw loose the reins,

                and kept turning round as we travelled,

                and asked me if I was cold.

                God bless you, ugly old mother,

                you were ever a kindly soul!

                What's hurting you now?

ASE

                My back aches,

                because of the hard, bare boards.

PEER

                Stretch yourself; I'll support you.

                There now, you're lying soft.

ASE [uneasily].

                No, Peer, I'd be moving!

PEER

                Moving?

ASE

                Ay, moving; 'tis ever my wish.

PEER

                Oh, nonsense! Spread o'er you the bedfur.

                Let me sit at your bedside here.

                There; now we'll shorten the evening

                with many a lilt and lay.

ASE

                Best bring from the closet the prayerbook:

                I feel so uneasy of soul.

PEER

                In SoriaMoria Castle

                the King and the Prince give a feast.

                On the sledgecushions lie and rest you;

                I'll drive you there over the heath

ASE

                But, Peer dear, am I invited?

PEER

                Ay, that we are, both of us.

[He throws a string round the back of the chair on which the cat is

   lying, takes up a stick, and seats himself at the foot of the bed.]

                Geeup! Will you stir yourself, Blackboy?

                Mother, you're not acold?

                Ay, ay; by the pace one knows it,

                when Grane begins to go!

ASE

                Why, Peer, what is it that's ringing?

PEER

                The glittering sledgebells, dear!

ASE

                Oh, mercy, how hollow it's rumbling!


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PEER

                We're just driving over a fiord.

ASE

                I'm afraid! What is that I hear rushing

                and sighing so strange and wild?

PEER

                It's the sough of the pinetrees, mother,

                on the heath. Do you but sit still.

ASE

                There's a sparkling and gleaming afar now;

                whence comes all that blaze of light?

PEER

                From the castle's windows and doorways.

                Don't you hear, they are dancing?

ASE

                Yes.

PEER

                Outside the door stands Saint Peter,

                and prays you to enter in.

ASE

                Does he greet us?

PEER

                He does, with honor,

                and pours out the sweetest wine.

ASE

                Wine! Has he cakes as well, Peer?

PEER

                Cakes? Ay, a heapedup dish.

                And the dean's wife is getting ready

                your coffee and your dessert.

ASE

                Oh, Christ; shall we two come together?

PEER

                As freely as ever you will.

ASE

                Oh, deary, Peer, what a frolic

                you're driving me to, poor soul!

PEER [cracking his whip].

                Geeup; will you stir yourself, Blackboy!

ASE

                Peer, dear, you're driving right?

PEER [cracking his whip again].

                Ay, broad is the way.

ASE

                This journey,

                it makes me so weak and tired.

PEER

                There's the castle rising before us;

                the drive will be over soon.

ASE

                I will lie back and close my eyes then,


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and trust me to you, my boy!

PEER

                Come up with you, Grane, my trotter!

                In the castle the throng is great;

                they bustle and swarm to the gateway.

                Peer Gynt and his mother are here!

                What say you, Master Saint Peter?

                Shall mother not enter in?

                You may search a long time, I tell you,

                ere you find such an honest old soul.

                Myself I don't want to speak of;

                I can turn at the castle gate.

                If you'll treat me, I'll take it kindly;

                if not, I'll go off just as pleased.

                I have made up as many flimflams

                as the devil at the pulpitdesk,

                and called my old mother a hen, too,

                because she would cackle and crow.

                But her you shall honour and reverence,

                and make her at home indeed;

                there comes not a soul to beat her

                from the parishes nowadays.

                Hoho; here comes God the Father!

                Saint Peter! you're in for it now!

[In a deep voice.]

                "Have done with these jackinoffice airs, sir;

                Mother Ase shall enter free!"

[Laughs loudly, and turns towards his mother.]

                Ay, didn't I know what would happen?

                Now they dance to another tune!

[Uneasily.]

                Why, what makes your eyes so glassy?

                Mother! Have you gone out of your wits?

[Goes to the head of the bed.]

                You mustn't lie there and stare so!

                Speak, mother; it's I, your boy!

[Feels her forehead and hands cautiously; then throws the string

   on the chair, and says softly:]

                Ay, ay!You can rest yourself, Grane;

                for even now the journey's done.

[Closes her eyes, and bends over her.]

                For all of your days I thank you,

                for beatings and lullabies!

                But see, you must thank me back, now

[Presses his cheek against her mouth]

                There; that was the driver's fare.

THE COTTAR'S WIFE [entering].

                What? Peer! Ah, then we are over

                the worst of the sorrow and need!

                Dear Lord, but she's sleeping soundly

                or can she be?


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PEER

                Hush; she is dead.

[KARI weeps beside the body; PEER GYNT walks up and down the room

   for some time; at last he stops beside the bed.]

PEER

                See mother buried with honour.

                I must try to fare forth from here.

KARI

                Are you faring afar?

PEER

                To seaward.

KARI

                So far!

PEER

                Ay, and further still.

[He goes.]

ACT FOURTH

SCENE FIRST

[On the southwest coast of Morocco. A palmgrove. Under an

awning, on ground covered with matting, a table spread for dinner.

Further back in the grove hammocks are slung. In the offing lies a

steamyacht, flying the Norwegian and American colours. A jollyboat

drawn up on the beach. It is towards sunset.]

[PEER GYNT, a handsome middleaged gentleman, in an elegant

travellingdress, with a goldrimmed double eyeglass hanging at his

waistcoat, is doing the honours at the head of the table. MR.

COTTON, MONSIEUR BALLON, HERR VON EBERKOPF, and HERR

TRUMPETERSTRALE, are seated at the table finishing dinner.]

PEER GYNT

                Drink, gentlemen! If man is made

                for pleasure, let him take his fill then.

                You know 'tis written: Lost is lost,

                and gone is gone. What may I hand you?

TRUMPETERSTRALE

                As host you're princely, Brother Gynt!

PEER

                I share the honour with my cash,

                with cook and steward

MR. COTTON

                Very well;

                let's pledge a toast to all the four!

MONSIEUR BALLON

                Monsieur, you have a gout, a ton

                that nowadays is seldom met with

                among men living en garcon,

                a certainwhat's the word?

VON EBERKOPF

                A dash,


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a tinge of free soulcontemplation,

                and cosmopolitanisation,

                an outlook through the cloudy rifts

                by narrow prejudice unhemmed,

                a stamp of high illumination,

                an UrNatur, with lore of life,

                to crown the trilogy, united.

                Nicht wahr, Monsieur, 'twas that you meant?

MONSIEUR BALLON

                Yes, very possibly; not quite

                so loftily it sounds in French.

VON EBERKOPF

                Ei was! That language is so stiff.

                But the phenomenon's final cause

                if we would seek

PEER

                It's found already.

                The reason is that I'm unmarried.

                Yes, gentlemen, completely clear

                the matter is. What should a man be?

                Himself, is my concise reply.

                He should regard himself and his.

                But can he, as a sumptermule

                for others' woe and others' weal?

VON EBERKOPF

                But this same inandforyourselfness,

                I'll answer for't, has cost you strife

PEER

                Ay yes, indeed; in former days;

                but always I came off with honour.

                Yet one time I ran very near

                to being trapped against my will.

                I was a brisk and handsome lad,

                and she to whom my heart was given,

                she was of royal family

MONSIEUR BALLON

                Of royal?

PEER [carelessly].

                One of those old stocks,

                you know the kind

TRUMPETERSTRALE [thumping the table].

                Those nobletrolls!

PEER [shrugging his shoulders].

                Old fossil Highnesses who make it

                their pride to keep plebeian blots

                excluded from their line's escutcheon.

MR. COTTON

                Then nothing came of the affair?

MONSIEUR BALLON

                The family opposed the marriage?

PEER


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Far from it!

MONSIEUR BALLON

                Ah!

PEER [with forbearance].

                You understand

                that certain circumstances made for

                their marrying us without delay.

                But, truth to tell, the whole affair

                was, first to last, distasteful to me.

                I'm finical in certain ways,

                and like to stand on my own feet.

                And when my fatherinlaw came out

                with delicately veiled demands

                that I should change my name and station,

                and undergo ennoblement,

                with much else that was most distasteful,

                not to say quite inacceptable,

                why then I gracefully withdrew,

                pointblank declined his ultimatum

                and so renounced my youthful bride.

[Drums on the table with a devout air.]

                Yes, yes; there is a ruling Fate!

                On that we mortals may rely;

                and 'tis a comfortable knowledge.

MONSIEUR BALLON

                And so the matter ended, eh?

PEER

                Oh no, far otherwise I found it;

                for busybodies mixed themselves,

                with furious outcries, in the business.

                The juniors of the clan were worst;

                with seven of them I fought a duel.

                That time I never shall forget,

                though I came through it all in safety.

                It cost me blood; but that same blood

                attests the value of my person,

                and points encouragingly towards

                the wise control of Fate aforesaid.

VON EBERKOPF

                Your outlook on the course of life

                exalts you to the rank of thinker.

                Whilst the mere commonplace empiric

                sees separately the scattered scenes,

                and to the last goes groping on,

                you in one glance can focus all things.

                One norm to all things you apply.

                You point each random rule of life,

                till one and all diverge like rays

                from one fullorbed philosophy.

                And you have never been to college?

PEER


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I am, as I've already said,

                exclusively a selftaught man.

                Methodically naught I've learned;

                but I have thought and speculated,

                and done much desultory reading.

                I started somewhat late in life,

                and then, you know, it's rather hard

                to plough ahead through page on page,

                and take in all of everything.

                I've done my history piecemeal;

                I never have had time for more.

                And, as one needs in days of trial

                some certainty to place one's trust in,

                I took religion intermittently.

                That way it goes more smoothly down.

                One should not read to swallow all,

                but rather see what one has use for.

MR. COTTON

                Ay, that is practical!

PEER [lights a cigar].

                Dear friends,

                just think of my career in general.

                In what case came I to the West?

                A poor young fellow, emptyhanded.

                I had to battle sore for bread;

                trust me, I often found it hard.

                But life, my friends, ah, life is dear,

                and, as the phrase goes, death is bitter.

                Well! Luck, you see, was kind to me;

                old Fate, too, was accommodating.

                I prospered; and, by versatility,

                I prospered better still and better.

                In ten years' time I bore the name

                of Croesus 'mongst the Charleston shippers.

                My fame flew wide from port to port,

                and fortune sailed on board my vessels

MR. COTTON

                What did you trade in?

PEER

                I did most

                in Negro slaves for Carolina,

                and idolimages for China.

MONSIEUR BALLON

                Fi donc!

TRUMPETERSTRALE

                The devil, Uncle Gynt!

PEER

                You think, no doubt, the business hovered

                on the outer verge of the allowable?

                Myself I felt the same thing keenly.

                It struck me even as odious.


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But, trust me, when you've once begun,

                it's hard to break away again.

                At any rate it's no light thing,

                in such a vast tradeenterprise,

                that keeps whole thousands in employ,

                to break off wholly, once for all.

                That "once for all" I can't abide,

                but own, upon the other side,

                that I have always felt respect

                for what are known as consequences;

                and that to overstep the bounds

                has ever somewhat daunted me.

                Besides, I had begun to age,

                was getting on towards the fifties;

                my hair was slowly growing grizzled;

                and, though my health was excellent,

                yet painfully the thought beset me:

                Who knows how soon the hour may strike,

                the juryverdict be delivered

                that parts the sheep and goats asunder?

                What could I do? To stop the trade

                with China was impossible.

                A plan I hit onopened straightway

                a new trade with the selfsame land.

                I shipped off idols every spring,

                each autumn sent forth missionaries,

                supplying them with all they needed,

                as stockings, Bibles, rum, and rice

MR. COTTON

                Yes, at a profit?

PEER

                Why, of course.

                It prospered. Dauntlessly they toiled.

                For every idol that was sold

                they got a coolie well baptised,

                so that the effect was neutralised.

                The missionfield lay never fallow,

                for still the idolpropaganda

                the missionaries held in check.

MR. COTTON

                Well, but the African commodities?

PEER

                There, too, my ethics won the day.

                I saw the traffic was a wrong one

                for people of a certain age.

                One may drop off before one dreams of it.

                And then there were the thousand pitfalls

                laid by the philanthropic camp;

                besides, of course, the hostile cruisers,

                and all the windandweather risks.

                All this together won the day.


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I thought: Now, Peter, reef your sails;

                see to it you amend your faults!

                So in the South I bought some land,

                and kept the last meatimportation,

                which chanced to be a superfine one.

                They throve so, grew so fat and sleek,

                that 'twas a joy to me, and them too.

                Yes, without boasting, I may say

                I acted as a father to them,

                and found my profit in so doing.

                I built them schools, too, so that virtue

                might uniformly be maintained at

                a certain general niveau,

                and kept strict watch that never its

                thermometer should sink below it.

                Now, furthermore, from all this business

                I've beat a definite retreat;

                I've sold the whole plantation, and

                its tale of livestock, hide and hair.

                At parting, too, I served around,

                to big and little, gratis grog,

                so men and women all got drunk,

                and widows got their snuff as well.

                So that is why I trust,provided

                the saying is not idle breath:

                Whoso does not do ill, does good,

                my former errors are forgotten,

                and I, much more than most, can hold

                my misdeeds balanced by my virtues.

VON EBERKOPF [clinking glasses with him].

                How strengthening it is to hear

                a principle thus acted out,

                freed from the night of theory,

                unshaken by the outward ferment!

PEER [who has been drinking freely during the preceding passages]

                We Northland men know how to carry

                our battle through! The key to the art

                of life's affairs is simply this:

                to keep one's ear close shut against

                the ingress of one dangerous viper.

MR. COTTON

                What sort of viper, pray, dear friend?

PEER

                A little one that slyly wiles you

                to tempt the irretrievable.

[Drinking again.]

                The essence of the art of daring,

                the art of bravery in act,

                is this: To stand with choicefree foot

                amid the treacherous snares of life,

                to know for sure that other days


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remain beyond the day of battle,

                to know that ever in the rear

                a bridge for your retreat stands open.

                This theory has borne me on,

                has given my whole career its colour;

                and this same theory I inherit,

                a racegift, from my childhood's home.

MONSIEUR BALLON

                You are Norwegian?

PEER

                Yes, by birth;

                but cosmopolitan in spirit.

                For fortune such as I've enjoyed

                I have to thank America.

                My amplyfurnished library

                I owe to Germany's later schools.

                From France, again, I get my waistcoats,

                my manners, and my spice of wit,

                from England an industrious hand,

                and keen sense for my own advantage.

                The Jew has taught me how to wait.

                Some taste for dolce far niente

                I have received from Italy,

                and one time, in a perilous pass,

                to eke the measure of my days,

                I had recourse to Swedish steel.

TRUMPETERSTRALE [lifting up his glass].

                Ay, Swedish steel?

VON EBERKOPF

                The weapon's wielder

                demands our homage first of all!

[They clink glasses and drink with him. The wine begins to go to his

   head.]

MR. COTTON

                All this is very good indeed;

                but, sir, I'm curious to know

                what with your gold. you think of doing.

PEER [smiling].

                Hm; doing? Eh?

   ALL FOUR [coming closer].

                Yes, let us hear!

PEER

                Well, first of all, I want to travel.

                You see, that's why I shipped you four,

                to keep me company, at Gibraltar.

                I needed such a dancingchoir

                of friends around my goldcalfaltar

VON EBERKOPF

                Most witty!

MR. COTTON

                Well, but no one hoists


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his sails for nothing but the sailing.

                Beyond all doubt, you have a goal;

                and that is?

PEER

                To be Emperor.

   ALL FOUR

                What?

PEER [nodding].

                Emperor!

   THE FOUR

                Where?

PEER

                O'er all the world.

MONSIEUR BALLON

                But how, friend?

PEER By the might of gold!

                That plan is not at all a new one;

                it's been the soul of my career.

                Even as a boy, I swept in dreams

                far o'er the ocean on a cloud.

                I soared with train and golden scabbard,

                and flopped down on allfours again.

                But still my goal, my friends, stood fast.

                There is a text, or else a saying,

                somewhere, I don't remember where,

                that if you gained the whole wide world,

                but lost yourself, your gain were but

                a garland on a cloven skull.

                That is the textor something like it;

                and that remark is sober truth.

VON EBERKOPF

                But what then is the Gyntish Self?

PEER

                The world behind my forehead's arch,

                in force of which I'm no one else

                than I, no more than God's the Devil.

TRUMPETERSTRALE

                I understand now where you're aiming!

MONSIEUR BALLON

                Thinker sublime!

VON EBERKOPF

                Exalted poet!

PEER [more and more elevated].

                The Gyntish Selfit is the host

                of wishes, appetites, desires,

                the Gyntish Self, it is the sea

                of fancies, exigencies, claims,

                all that, in short, makes my breast heave,

                and whereby I, as I, exist.

                But as our Lord requires the clay

                to constitute him God o' the world,


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so I, too, stand in need of gold,

                if I as Emperor would figure.

MONSIEUR BALLON

                You have the gold, though!

PEER

                Not enough.

                Ay, maybe for a ninedays' flourish,

                as Emperor a la LippeDetmold.

                But I must be myself en bloc,

                must be the Gynt of all the planet,

                Sir Gynt throughout, from top to toe!

MONSIEUR BALLON [enraptured].

                Possess the earth's most exquisite beauty!

VON EBERKOPF

                All centuryold Johannisberger!

TRUMPETERSTRALE

                And all the blades of Charles the Twelfth!

MR. COTTON

                But first a profitable opening

                for business

PEER

                That's already found;

                our anchoring here supplied me with it.

                Tonight we set off northward ho!

                The papers I received on board

                have brought me tidings of importance!

[Rises with uplifted glass.]

                It seems that Fortune ceaselessly

                aids him who has the pluck to seize it

   THE GUESTS

                Well? Tell us!

PEER

                Greece is in revolt.

   ALL FOUR [springing up].

                What! Greece?

PEER

                The Greeks have risen in Hellas.

   THE FOUR

                Hurrah!

PEER

                And Turkey's in a fix!

[Empties his glass.]

MONSIEUR BALLON

                To Hellas! Glory's gate stands open!

                I'll help them with the sword of France!

VON EBERKOPF

                And I with warwhoopsfrom a distance!

MR. COTTON

                And I as wellby taking contracts!

TRUMPETERSTRALE

                Lead on! I'll find again in Bender


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the worldrenowned spurstrapbuckles!

MONSIEUR BALLON [falling on PEER GYNT'S neck].

                Forgive me, friend, that I at first

                misjudged you quite!

VON EBERKOPF [pressing his hands].

                I, stupid hound,

                took you for next door to a scoundrel!

MR. COTTON

                Too strong that; only for a fool

TRUMPETERSTRALE [trying to kiss him].

                I, Uncle, for a specimen

                of Yankee riffraff's meanest spawn!

                Forgive me!

VON EBERKOPF

                We've been in the dark

PEER

                What stuff is this?

VON EBERKOPF

                We now see gathered

                in glory all the Gyntish host

                of wishes, appetites, and desires!

MONSIEUR BALLON [admiringly].

                So this is being Monsieur Gynt!

VON EBERKOPF [in the same tone].

                This I call being Gynt with honour!

PEER

                But tell me?

MONSIEUR BALLON

                Don't you understand?

PEER

                May I be hanged if I begin to!

MONSIEUR BALLON

                What? Are you not upon your way

                to join the Greeks, with ship and money?

PEER [contemptuously].

                No, many thanks! I side with strength,

                and lend my money to the Turks.

MONSIEUR BALLON

                Impossible!

VON EBERKOPF

                Witty, but a jest!

PEER [after a short silence, leaning on a chair and assuming a

                dignified mien].

                Come, gentlemen, I think it best

                we part before the last remains

                of friendship melt away like smoke.

                Who nothing owns will lightly risk it.

                When in the world one scarce commands

                the strip of earth one's shadow covers,

                one's born to serve as food for powder.

                But when a man stands safely landed,


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as I do, then his stake is greater.

                Go you to Hellas. I will put you

                ashore, and arm you gratis too.

                The more you eke the flames of strife,

                the better will it serve my purpose.

                Strike home for freedom and for right!

                Fight! storm! make hell hot for the Turks;

                and gloriously end your days

                upon the Janissaries' lances.

                But Iexcuse me

[Slaps his pocket.]

                I have cash,

                and am myself, Sir Peter Gynt.

[Puts up his sunshade, and goes into the grove, where the hammocks

   are partly visible.]

TRUMPETERSTRALE

                The swinish cur!

MONSIEUR BALLON

                No taste for glory!

MR. COTTON

                Oh, glory's neither here nor there;

                but think of the enormous profits

                we'd reap if Greece should free herself.

MONSIEUR BALLON

                I saw myself a conqueror,

                by lovely Grecian maids encircled.

TRUMPETERSTRALE

                Grasped in my Swedish hands, I saw

                the great, heroic spurstrapbuckles!

VON EBERKOPF

                I my gigantic Fatherland's

                culture saw spread o'er earth and sea!

MR. COTTON

                The worst's the loss in solid cash.

                God dam! I scarce can keep from weeping!

                I saw me owner of Olympus.

                If to its fame the mountain answers,

                there must be veins of copper in it,

                that could be opened up again.

                And furthermore, that stream Castalia,

                which people talk so much about,

                with fall on fall, at lowest reckoning,

                must mean a thousand horsepower good!

TRUMPETERSTRALE

                Still I will go! My Swedish sword

                is worth far more than Yankee gold!

MR. COTTON

                Perhaps; but, jammed into the ranks,

                amid the press we'd all be drowned;

                and then where would the profit be?

MONSIEUR BALLON


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Accurst! So near to fortune's summit,

                and now stopped short beside its grave!

MR. COTTON [shakes his fist towards the yacht].

                That long black chest holds coffered up

                the nabob's golden niggersweat!

VON EBERKOPF

                A royal notion! Quick! Away!

                It's all up with his empire now!

                Hurrah!

MONSIEUR BALLON

                What would you?

VON EBERKOPF

                Seize the power!

                The crew can easily be bought.

                On board then! I annex the yacht!

MR. COTTON

                Youwhat?

VON EBERKOPF

                I grab the whole concern!

[Goes down to the jollyboat.]

MR. COTTON

                Why then selfinterest commands me

                to grab my share.

[Goes after him.]

TRUMPETERSTRALE

                What scoundrelism!

MONSIEUR BALLON

                A scurvy businessbutenfin!

[Follows the others.]

TRUMPETERSTRALE

                I'll have to follow, I suppose,

                but I protest to all the world!

[Follows.]

SCENE SECOND

[Another part of the coast. Moonlight with drifting clouds. The

   yacht is seen far out, under full steam.]

[PEER GYNT comes running along the beach; now pinching his arms, now

   gazing out to sea.]

PEER

                A nightmare!Delusion!I'll soon be awake!

                She's standing to sea! And at furious speed!

                Mere delusion! I'm sleeping! I'm dizzy and drunk!

[Clenches his hands.]

                It's not possible I should be going to die!

[Tearing his hair.]

                A dream! I'm determined it shall be a dream!

                Oh, horror! It's only too real, worse luck!

                My brutebeasts of friends! Do but hear me, oh Lord!

                Since thou art so wise and so righteous! Oh judge!

[With upstretched arms.]

                It is I, Peter Gynt! Oh, Lord, give but heed!


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Hold thy hand o'er me, Father; or else I must perish!

                Make them back the machine! Make them lower the gig!

                Stop the robbers! Make something go wrong with the rigging!

                Hear me! Let other folks' business lie over!

                The world can take care of itself for the time!

                I'm blessed if he hears me! He's deaf as his wont is!

                Here's a nice thing! A God that is bankrupt of help!

[Beckons upwards.]

                Hist! I've abandoned the niggerplantation!

                And missionaries I've exported to Asia!

                Surely one good turn should be worth another!

                Oh, help me on board!

[A jet of fire shoots into the air from the yacht, followed by thick

   clouds of smoke; a hollow report is heard. PEER GYNT utters a

   shriek, and sinks down on the sands. Gradually the smoke clears

   away; the ship has disappeared.]

PEER [softly, with a pale face].

                That's the sword of wrath!

                In a crack to the bottom, every soul, man and mouse!

                Oh, for ever blest be the lucky chance

[With emotion.]

                A chance? No, no, it was more than chance.

                I was to be rescued and they to perish.

                Oh, thanks and praise for that thou hast kept me,

                hast cared for me, spite of all my sins!

[Draws a deep breath.]

                What a marvellous feeling of safety and peace

                it gives one to know oneself specially shielded!

                But the desert! What about, food and drink?

                Oh, something I'm sure to find. He'll see to that.

                There's no cause for alarm;

[Loud and insinuatingly.]

                He would never allow

                a poor little sparrow like me to perish!

                Be but lowly of spirit. And give him time.

                Leave it all in the Lord's hands; and don't be cast down.

[With a start of terror.]

                Can that be a lion that growled in the reeds?

[His teeth chattering.]

                No, it wasn't a lion.

[Mustering up courage.]

                A lion, forsooth!

                Those beasts, they'll take care to keep out of the way.

                They know it's no joke to fall foul of their betters.

                They have instinct to guide them;they feel, what's a fact,

                that it's dangerous playing with elephants.

                But all the same. I must find a tree.

                There's a grove of acacias and palms over there;

                if I once can climb up, I'll be sheltered and safe,

                most of all if I knew but a psalm or two.

[Clambers up.]


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Morning and evening are not alike;

                that text has been oft enough weighed and pondered.

[Seats himself comfortably.]

                How blissful to feel so uplifted in spirit.

                To think nobly is more than to know oneself rich.

                Only trust in Him. He knows well what share

                of the chalice of need I can bear to drain.

                He takes fatherly thought for my personal weal;

[Casts a glance over the sea, and whispers with a sigh:]

                but economicalno, that he isn't!

SCENE THIRD

[Night. An encampment of Moroccan troops on the edge of the

   desert. Watchfires, with SOLDIERS resting by them.]

A SLAVE [enters, tearing his hair].

                Gone is the Emperor's milkwhite charger!

ANOTHER SLAVE [enters, rending his garments].

                The Emperor's sacred robes are stolen!

AN OFFICER [enters].

                A hundred stripes upon the footsoles

                for all who fail to catch the robber!

[The troopers mount their horses, and gallop away in every

   direction.]

SCENE FOURTH

[Daybreak. The grove of acacias and palms.]

[PEER GYNT in his tree with a broken branch in his hand, trying to

   beat off a swarm of monkeys.]

PEER

                Confound it! A most disagreeable night.

[Laying about him.]

                Are you there again? This is most accursed!

                Now they're throwing fruit. No, it's something else.

                A loathsome beast is your Barbary ape!

                The Scripture says: Thou shalt watch and fight.

                But I'm blest if I can; I am heavy and tired.

[Is again attacked; impatiently:]

                I must put a stopper upon this nuisance!

                I must see and get hold of one of these scamps,

                get him hung and skinned, and then dress myself up,

                as best I may, in his shaggy hide,

                that the others may take me for one of themselves.

                What are we mortals? Motes, no more;

                and it's wisest to follow the fashion a bit.

                Again a rabble! They throng and swarm.

                Off with you! Shoo! They go on as though crazy.

                If only I had a false tail to put on now,

                only something to make me a bit like a beast.

                What now? There's a pattering over my head!

[Looks up.]

                It's the grandfather ape,with his fists full of filth!

[Huddles together apprehensively, and keeps still for a while. The

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he might a dog.]

                Ay,are you there, my good old Bus!

                He's a good beast, he is! He will listen to reason!

                He wouldn't throw;I should think not, indeed!

                It is me! Pippip! We are firstrate friends!

                Aiai! Don't you hear, I can talk your language?

                Bus and I, we are kinsfolk, you see;

                Bus shall have sugar tomorrow! The beast!

                The whole cargo on top of me! Ugh, how disgusting!

                Or perhaps it was food? 'Twas in tasteindefinable;

                and taste's for the most part a matter of habit.

                What thinker is it who somewhere says:

                You must spit and trust to the force of habit?

                Now here come the smallfry!

[Hits and slashes around him.]

                It's really too bad

                that man, who by rights is the lord of creation,

                should find himself forced to! O murder! murder!

                the old one was bad, but the youngsters are worse!

SCENE FIFTH

[Early morning. A stony region, with a view out over the desert.

   On one side a cleft in the hill, and a cave.]

[A THIEF and a RECEIVER hidden in the cleft, with the Emperor's

   horse and robes. The horse, richly caparisoned, is tied to a stone.

   Horsemen are seen afar off.]

THE THIEF

                The tongues of the lances

                all flickering and flashing,

                see, see!

THE RECEIVER

                Already my head seems

                to roll on the sandplain!

                Woe, woe!

THE THIEF [folds his arms over his breast].

                My father he thieved;

                so his son must be thieving.

THE RECEIVER

                My father received;

                so his son keeps receiving.

THE THIEF

                Thy lot shalt thou bear still;

                thyself shalt thou be still.

THE RECEIVER [listening].

                Steps in the brushwood!

                Flee, flee! But where?

THE THIEF

                The cavern is deep,

                and the Prophet great!

[They make off, leaving the booty behind them. The horsemen

   gradually disappear in the distance.]

PEER GYNT [enters, cutting a reed whistle].


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What a delectable morningtide!

                The dungbeetle's rolling his ball in the dust;

                the snail creeps out of his dwellinghouse.

                The morning; ay, it has gold in its mouth.

                It's a wonderful power, when you think of it,

                that Nature has given to the light of day.

                One feels so secure, and so much more courageous,

                one would gladly, at need, take a bull by the horns.

                What a stillness all round! Ah, the joys of Nature,

                strange enough I should never have prized them before.

                Why go and imprison oneself in a city,

                for no end but just to be bored by the mob.

                just look how the lizards are whisking about,

                snapping, and thinking of nothing at all.

                What innocence ev'n in the life of the beasts!

                Each fulfils the Creator's behest unimpeachably,

                preserving its own special stamp undefaced;

                is itself, is itself, both in sport and in strife,

                itself, as it was at his primal: Be!

[Puts on his eyeglasses.]

                A toad. In the middle of a sandstone block.

                Petrifaction all round him. His head alone peering.

                There he's sitting and gazing as though through a window

                at the world, and isto himself enough.

[Reflectively.]

                Enough? To himself? Where is it that's written?

                I've read it, in youth, in some socalled classic.

                In the family prayerbook? Or Solomon's Proverbs?

                Alas, I notice that, year by year,

                my memory for dates and for places is fading.

[Seats himself in the shade.]

                Here's a cool spot to rest and to stretch out one's feet.

                Why, look, here are ferns growingedible roots.

[Eats a little.]

                'Twould be fitter food for an animal

                but the text says: Bridle the natural man!

                Furthermore it is written: The proud shall be humbled,

                and whoso abaseth himself, exalted.

[Uneasily.]

                Exalted? Yes, that's what will happen with me;

                no other result can so much as be thought of.

                Fate will assist me away from this place,

                and arrange matters so that I get a fresh start.

                This is only a trial; deliverance will follow,

                if only the Lord lets me keep my health.

[Dismisses his misgivings, lights a cigar, stretches himself, and

   gazes out over the desert.]

                What an enormous, limitless waste!

                Far in the distance an ostrich is striding.

                What can one fancy was really God's

                meaning in all of this voidness and deadness?


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This desert, bereft of all sources of life;

                this burntup cinder, that profits no one;

                this patch of the world, that for ever lies fallow;

                this corpse, that never, since earth's creation,

                has brought its Maker so much as thanks,

                why was it created?How spendthrift is Nature!

                Is that sea in the east there, that dazzling expanse

                all gleaming? It can't be; 'tis but a mirage.

                The sea's to the west; it lies piled up behind me,

                dammed out from the desert by a sloping ridge.

[A thought flashes through his mind.]

                Dammed out? Then I could? The ridge is narrow.

                Dammed out? It wants but a gap, a canal,

                like a flood of life would the waters rush

                in through the channel, and fill the desert!

                Soon would the whole of yon redhot grave

                spread forth, a breezy and rippling sea.

                The oases would rise in the midst, like islands;

                Atlas would tower in green cliffs on the north;

                sailingships would, like stray birds on the wing,

                skim to the south, on the caravans' track.

                Lifegiving breezes would scatter the choking

                vapours, and dew would distil from the clouds.

                People would build themselves town on town,

                and grass would grow green round the swaying palmtrees.

                The southland, behind the Sahara's wall,

                would make a new seaboard for civilisation.

                Steam would set Timbuctoo's factories spinning;

                Bornu would be colonised apace;

                the naturalist would pass safely through Habes

                in his railwaycar to the Upper Nile.

                In the midst of my sea, on a fat oasis,

                I will replant the Norwegian race;

                the Dalesman's blood is next door to royal;

                Arabic crossing will do the rest.

                Skirting a bay, on a shelving strand,

                I'll build the chief city, Peeropolis.

                The world is decrepit! Now comes the turn

                of Gyntiana, my virgin land!

[Springs up.]

                Had I but capital, soon 'twould be done.

                A gold key to open the gate of the sea!

                A crusade against Death! The closefisted old churl

                shall open the sack he lies brooding upon.

                Men rave about freedom in every land;

                like the ass in the ark, I will send out a cry

                o'er the world, and will baptise to liberty

                the beautiful, thrallbounden coasts that shall be.

                I must on! To find capital, eastward or west!

                My kingdomwell, half of it, sayfor a horse!

[The horse in the cleft neighs.]


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A horse! Ay, and robes!jewels too,and a sword!

[Goes closer.]

                It can't be! It is though! But how? I have read,

                I don't quite know where, that the will can move mountains;

                but how about moving a horse as well?

                Pooh! Here stands the horse, that's a matter of fact;

                for the rest, why, ab esse ad posse, et cetera.

[Puts on the dress and looks down at it.]

                Sir Petera Turk, too, from top to toe!

                Well, one never knows what may happen to one.

                Geeup, now, Grane, my trusty steed!

[Mounts the horse.]

                Goldslipper stirrups beneath my feet!

                You may know the great by their ridinggear!

[Gallops off into the desert.]

SCENE SIXTH

[The tent of an Arab chief, standing alone on an oasis.]

[PEER GYNT, in his Eastern dress, resting on cushions. He is

   drinking coffee, and smoking a long pipe. ANITRA, and a bevy of

   GIRLS, dancing and singing before him.]

CHORUS OF GIRLS

                The Prophet is come!

                The Prophet, the Lord, the AllKnowing One,

                to us, to us is he come,

                o'er the sandocean riding!

                The Prophet, the Lord, the Unerring One,

                to us, to us is he come,

                o'er the sandocean sailing!

                Wake the flute and the drum!

                The Prophet, the Prophet is come!

ANITRA

                His courser is white as the milk is

                that streams in the rivers of Paradise.

                Bend every knee! Bow every head!

                His eyes are as brightgleaming, mildbeaming stars.

                Yet none earthborn endureth

                the rays of those stars in their blinding splendour!

                Through the desert he came.

                Gold and pearldrops sprang forth on his breast.

                Where he rode there was light.

                Behind him was darkness;

                behind him raged drought and the simoom.

                He, the glorious one, came!

                Through the desert he came,

                like a mortal apparelled.

                Kaaba, Kaaba stands void;

                he himself hath proclaimed it!

THE CHORUS OF GIRLS

                Wake the flute and the drum!

                The Prophet, the Prophet is come!

[They continue the dance, to soft music.]


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PEER

                I have read it in printand the saying is true

                that no one's a prophet in his native land.

                This position is very much more to my mind

                than my life over there 'mong the Charleston merchants.

                There was something hollow in the whole affair,

                something foreign at the bottom, something dubious behind it;

                I was never at home in their company,

                nor felt myself really one of the guild.

                What tempted me into that galley at all?

                To grub and grub in the bins of trade

                as I think it all over, I can't understand it;

                it happened so; that's the whole affair.

                To be oneself on a basis of gold

                is no better than founding one's house on the sand.

                For your watch, and your ring, and the rest of your trappings

                the good people fawn on you, grovelling to earth;

                they lift their hats to your jewelled breastpin;

                but your ring and your breastpin are not your person.

                A prophet; ay, that is a clearer position.

                At least one knows on what footing one stands.

                If you make a success, it's yourself that receives

                the ovation, and not your poundssterling and shillings.

                One is what one is, and no nonsense about it;

                one owes nothing to chance or to accident,

                and needs neither licence nor patent to lean on.

                A prophet; ay, that is the thing for me.

                And I slipped so utterly unawares into it,

                just by coming galloping over the desert,

                and meeting these children of nature en route.

                The Prophet had come to them; so much was clear.

                It was really not my intent to deceive

                there's a difference 'twixt lies and oracular answers;

                and then I can always withdraw again.

                I'm in no way bound; it's a simple matter;

                the whole thing is private, so to speak;

                I can go as I came; there's my horse ready saddled;

                I am master, in short, of the situation.

ANITRA [approaching from the tentdoor].

                Prophet and Master!

PEER

                What would my slave?

ANITRA

                The sons of the desert await at thy tentdoor;

                they pray for the light of thy countenance

PEER

                Stop!

                Say in the distance I'd have them assemble;

                say from the distance I hear all their prayers.

                Add that I suffer no menfolk in here!

                Men, my child, are a worthless crew,


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inveterate rascals you well may call them!

                Anitra, you can't think how shamelessly

                they have swindI mean they have sinned, my child!

                Well, enough now of that; you may dance for me, damsels!

                The Prophet would banish the memories that gall him.

THE GIRLS [dancing].

                The Prophet is good! The Prophet is grieving

                for the ill that the sons of the dust have wrought!

                The Prophet is mild; to his mildness be praises;

                he opens to sinners his Paradise!

PEER [his eyes following ANITRA during the dance].

                Legs as nimble as drumsticks flitting.

                She's a dainty morsel indeed, that wench!

                It's true she has somewhat extravagant contours,

                not quite in accord with the norms of beauty.

                But what is beauty? A mere convention,

                a coin made current by time and place.

                And just the extravagant seems most attractive

                when one of the normal has drunk one's fill.

                In the lawbound one misses all intoxication.

                Either plump to excess or excessively lean;

                either parlously young or portentously old;

                the medium is mawkish.

                Her feetthey are not altogether clean;

                no more are her arms; in especial one of them.

                But that is at bottom no drawback at all.

                I should rather call it a qualification

                Anitra, come listen!

ANITRA [approaching].

                Thy handmaiden hears!

PEER

                You are tempting, my daughter! The Prophet is touched.

                If you don't believe me, then hear the proof;

                I'll make you a Houri in Paradise!

ANITRA

                Impossible, Lord!

PEER

                What? You think I am jesting?

                I'm in sober earnest, as true as I live!

ANITRA

                But I haven't a soul.

PEER

                Then of course you must get one!

ANITRA

                How, Lord?

PEER

                Just leave me alone for that;

                I shall look after your education.

                No soul? Why, truly you're not over bright,

                as the saying goes. I've observed it with pain.

                But pooh! for a soul you can always find room.


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Come here! let me measure your brainpan, child.

                There is room, there is room, I was sure there was.

                It's true you never will penetrate

                very deep; to a large soul you'll scarcely attain

                but never you mind; it won't matter a bit;

                you'll have plenty to carry you through with credit

ANITRA

                The Prophet is gracious

PEER

                You hesitate? Speak!

ANITRA

                But I'd rather

PEER

                Say on; don't waste time about it!

ANITRA

                I don't care so much about having a soul;

                give me rather

PEER

                What, child?

ANITRA [pointing to his turban].

                That lovely opal

PEER [enchanted, handing her the jewel].

                Anitra! Anitra! true daughter of Eve!

                I feel thee magnetic; for I am a man.

                And, as a muchesteemed author has phrased it:

                "Das EwigWeibliche ziehet uns an!"

SCENE SEVENTH

[A moonlight night. The palmgrove outside ANITRA'S tent.]

[PEER GYNT is sitting beneath a tree, with an Arabian lute in his

hands. His beard and hair are clipped; he looks considerably younger.]

PEER GYNT [plays and sings].

                I doublelocked my Paradise,

                and took its key with me.

                The northwind bore me seaward ho!

                while lovely women all forlorn

                wept on the ocean strand.

                Still southward, southward clove my keel

                the salt seacurrents through.

                Where palms were swaying proud and fair,

                a garland round the oceanbight,

                I set my ship afire.

                I climbed aboard the desert ship,

                a ship on four stout legs.

                It foamed beneath the lashing whip

                oh, catch me; I'm a flitting bird;

                I'm twittering on a bough!

                Anitra, thou'rt the palmtree's must;

                that know I now full well!

                Ay, even the Angora goatmilk cheese

                is scarcely half such dainty fare,

                Anitra, ah, as thou!


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[He hangs the lute over his shoulder, and comes forward.]

                Stillness! Is the fair one listening?

                Has she heard my little song?

                Peeps she from behind the curtain,

                veil and so forth cast aside?

                Hush! A sound as though a cork

                from a bottle burst amain!

                Now once more! And yet again!

                Lovesighs can it be? or songs?

                No, it is distinctly snoring.

                Dulcet strain! Anitra sleepeth!

                Nightingale, thy warbling stay!

                Every sort of woe betide thee,

                if with gurgling trill thou darest

                but, as says the text: Let be!

                Nightingale, thou art a singer;

                ah, even such an one am I.

                He, like me, ensnares with music

                tender, shrinking little hearts.

                Balmy night is made for music;

                music is our common sphere;

                in the act of singing, we are

                we, Peer Gynt and nightingale.

                And the maiden's very sleeping

                is my passion's crowning bliss;

                for the lips protruded o'er the

                beaker yet untasted quite

                but she's coming, I declare!

                After all, it's best she should.

ANITRA [from the tent].

                Master, call'st thou in the night?

PEER

                Yes indeed, the Prophet calls.

                I was wakened by the cat

                with a furious huntinghubbub

ANITRA

                Ah, not huntingnoises, Master;

                it was something much, much worse.

PEER

                What, then, was't?

ANITRA

                Oh, spare me!

PEER

                Speak.

ANITRA

                Oh, I blush to

PEER [approaching].

                Was it, mayhap,

                that which filled me so completely

                when I let you have my opal?

ANITRA [horrified].


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Liken thee, O earth's great treasure,

                to a horrible old cat!

PEER

                Child, from passion's standpoint viewed,

                may a tomcat and a prophet

                come to very much the same.

ANITRA

                Master, jest like honey floweth

                from thy lips.

PEER

                My little friend,

                you, like other maidens, judge

                great men by their outsides only.

                I am full of jest at bottom,

                most of all when we're alone.

                I am forced by my position

                to assume a solemn mask.

                Duties of the day constrain me;

                all the reckonings and worry

                that I have with one and all,

                make me oft a crossgrained prophet;

                but it's only from the tongue out.

                Fudge, avaunt! En teteatete

                I'm Peerwell, the man I am.

                Hei, away now with the prophet;

                me, myself, you have me here!

[Seats himself under a tree, and draws her to him.]

                Come, Anitra, we will rest us

                underneath the palm's green fanshade!

                I'll lie whispering, you'll lie smiling;

                afterwards our roles exchange we;

                then shall your lips, fresh and balmy,

                to my smiling, passion whisper!

ANITRA [lies down at his feet].

                All thy words are sweet as singing,

                though I understand but little.

                Master, tell me, can thy daughter

                catch a soul by listening?

PEER

                Soul, and spirit's light and knowledge,

                all in good time you shall have them.

                When in east, on rosy streamers

                golden types print: Here is day,

                then, my child, I'll give you lessons;

                you'll be well broughtup, no fear.

                But, 'mid night's delicious stillness,

                it were stupid if I should,

                with a threadbare wisdom's remnants,

                play the part of pedagogue.

                And the soul, moreover, is not,

                looked at properly, the main thing.


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It's the heart that really matters.

ANITRA

                Speak, O Master! When thou speakest,

                I see gleams, as though of opals!

PEER

                Wisdom in extremes is folly;

                coward blossoms into tyrant;

                truth, when carried to excess,

                ends in wisdom written backwards.

                Ay, my daughter, I'm forsworn

                as a dog if there are not

                folk with o'erfed souls on earth

                who shall scarce attain to clearness.

                Once I met with such a fellow,

                of the flock the very flower;

                and even he mistook his goal,

                losing sense in blatant sound.

                See the waste round this oasis.

                Were I but to swing my turban,

                I could force the oceanflood

                to fill up the whole concern.

                But I were a blockhead, truly,

                seas and lands to go creating.

                Know you what it is to live?

ANITRA

                Teach me!

PEER

                It is to be wafted

                dryshod down the stream of time,

                wholly, solely as oneself.

                Only in full manhood can I

                be the man I am, dear child!

                Aged eagle moults his plumage,

                aged fogey lags declining,

                aged dame has ne'er a tooth left,

                aged churl gets withered hands,

                one and all get souls.

                Youth! Ah, youth! I mean to reign,

                as a sultan, whole and fiery,

                not on Gyntiana's shores,

                under trellised vines and palmleaves,

                but enthroned in the freshness

                of a woman's virgin thoughts.

                See you now, my little maiden,

                why I've graciously bewitched you,

                why I have your heart selected,

                and established, so to speak,

                there my being's Caliphate?

                All your longings shall be mine.

                I'm an autocrat in passion!

                You shall live for me alone.


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I'll be he who shall enthrall

                you like gold and precious stones.

                Should we part, then life is over,

                that is, your life, nota bene!

                Every inch and fibre of you,

                willless, without yea or nay,

                I must know filled full of me.

                Midnight beauties of your tresses,

                all that's lovely to be named,

                shall, like Babylonian gardens,

                tempt your Sultan to his tryst.

                After all, I don't complain, then,

                of your empty foreheadvault.

                With a soul, one's oft absorbed in

                contemplation of oneself.

                Listen, while we're on the subject,

                if you like it, faith, you shall

                have a ring about your ankle:

                'twill be best for both of us.

                I will be your soul by proxy;

                for the restwhy, status quo.

[ANITRA snores.]

                What! She sleeps! Then has it glided

                bootless past her, all I've said?

                No; it marks my influence o'er her

                that she floats away in dreams

                on my lovetalk as it flows.

[Rises, and lays trinkets in her lap.]

                Here are jewels! Here are more!

                Sleep, Anitra! Dream of Peer.

                Sleep! In sleeping, you the crown have

                placed upon your Emperor's brow!

                Victory on his Person's basis

                has Peer Gynt this night achieved.

SCENE EIGHTH

[A caravan route. The oasis is seen far off in the background.]

[PEER GYNT comes galloping across the desert on his white horse,

   with ANITRA before him on his saddlebow.]

ANITRA

                Let be, or I'll bite you!

PEER

                You little rogue!

ANITRA

                What would you?

PEER

                What would I? Play hawk and dove!

                Run away with you! Frolic and frisk a bit!

ANITRA

                For shame! An old prophet like you!

PEER

                Oh, stuff!


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The prophet's not old at all, you goose!

                Do you think all this is a sign of age?

ANITRA

                Let me go! I want to go home!

PEER

                Coquette!

                What, home! To fatherinlaw! That would be fine!

                We madcap birds that have flown from the cage

                must never come into his sight again.

                Besides, my child, in the selfsame place

                it's wisest never to stay too long;

                for familiarity lessens respect;

                most of all when one comes as a prophet or such.

                One should show oneself glimpsewise, and pass like a dream.

                Faith, 'twas time that the visit should come to an end.

                They're unstable of soul, are these sons of the desert;

                both incense and prayers dwindled off towards the end.

ANITRA

                Yes, but are you a prophet?

PEER

                Your Emperor I am!

[Tries to kiss her.]

                Why just see now how coy the wee woodpecker is!

ANITRA

                Give me that ring that you have on your finger.

PEER

                Take, sweet Anitra, the whole of the trash!

ANITRA

                Thy words are as songs! Oh, how dulcet their sound!

PEER

                How blessed to know oneself loved to this pitch!

                I'll dismount! Like your slave, I will lead your palfrey!

[Hands her his ridingwhip, and dismounts.]

                There now, my rosebud, my exquisite flower!

                Here I'll go trudging my way through the sand,

                till a sunstroke o'ertakes me and finishes me.

                I'm young, Anitra; bear that in mind!

                You mustn't be shocked at my escapades.

                Frolics and highjinks are youth's sole criterion!

                And so, if your intellect weren't so dense,

                you would see at a glance, oh my fair oleander,

                your lover is frolicsomeergo, he's young!

ANITRA

                Yes, you are young. Have you any more rings?

PEER

                Am I not? There, grab! I can leap like a buck!

                Were there vineleaves around, I would garland my brow.

                To be sure I am young! Hei, I'm going to dance!

[Dances and sings.]

                I am a blissful gamecock!

                Peck me, my little pullet!


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Hopsasa! Let me trip it;

                I am a blissful gamecock!

ANITRA

                You are sweating, my prophet; I fear you will melt;

                hand me that heavy bag hung at your belt.

PEER

                Tender solicitude! Bear the purse ever;

                hearts that can love are content without gold!

[Dances and sings again.]

                Young Peer Gynt is the maddest wag;

                he knows not what foot he shall stand upon.

                Pooh, says Peer;pooh, never mind!

                Young Peer Gynt is the maddest wag!

ANITRA

                What joy when the Prophet steps forth in the dance!

PEER

                Oh, bother the Prophet!Suppose we change clothes!

                Heisa! Strip off!

ANITRA

                Your caftan were too long,

                your girdle too wide, and your stockings too tight

PEER

                Eh bien!

[Kneels down.]

                But vouchsafe me a vehement sorrow,

                to a heart full of love, it is sweet to suffer!

                Listen; as soon as we're home at my castle

ANITRA

                In your Paradise;have we far to ride?

PEER

                Oh, a thousand miles or

ANITRA

                Too far!

PEER

                Oh, listen;

                you shall have the soul that I promised you once

ANITRA

                Oh, thank you; I'll get on without the soul.

                But you asked for a sorrow

PEER [rising].

                Ay, curse me, I did!

                A keen one, but short,to last two or three days!

ANITRA

                Anitra obeyeth the Prophet!Farewell!

[Gives him a smart cut across the fingers, and dashes off, at a

   tearing gallop, back across the desert.]

PEER [stands for a long time thunderstruck].

                Well now, may I be!

SCENE NINTH

[The same place, an hour later.]

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thoughtfully, bit by bit. Last of all, he takes his little

   travellingcap out of his coatpocket, puts it on, and stands once

   more in European dress.]

PEER GYNT [throwing the turban far away from him].

                There lies the Turk, then, and here stand I!

                These heathenish doings are no sort of good.

                It's lucky 'twas only a matter of clothes,

                and not, as the saying goes, bred in the bone.

                What tempted me into that galley at all?

                It's best, in the long run, to live as a Christian,

                to put away peacocklike ostentation,

                to base all one's dealings on law and morality,

                to be ever oneself, and to earn at the last

                speech at one's graveside, and wreaths on one's coffin.

[Walks a few steps.]

                The hussy;she was on the very verge

                of turning my head clean topsyturvy.

                May I be a troll if I understand

                what it was that dazed and bemused me so.

                Well; it's well that's done: had the joke been carried

                but one step on, I'd have looked absurd.

                I have erred;but at least it's a consolation

                that my error was due to the false situation.

                It wasn't my personal self that fell.

                'Twas in fact this prophetical way of life,

                so utterly lacking the salt of activity,

                that took its revenge in these qualms of bad taste.

                It's a sorry business this prophetising!

                One's office compels one to walk in a mist;

                in playing the prophet, you throw up the game

                the moment you act like a rational being.

                In so far I've done what the occasion demanded,

                in the mere fact of paying my court to that goose.

                But, nevertheless

[Bursts out laughing.]

                Hm, to think of it now!

                To try to make time stop by jigging and dancing,

                and to cope with the current by capering and prancing!

                To thrum on the lutestrings, to fondle and sigh,

                and end, like a rooster,by getting well plucked!

                Such conduct is truly prophetic frenzy.

                Yes, plucked!Phew! I'm plucked clean enough indeed.

                Well, well, I've a trifle still left in reserve;

                I've a little in America, a little in my pocket;

                so I won't be quite driven to beg my bread.

                And at bottom this middle condition is best.

                I'm no longer a slave to my coachman and horses;

                I haven't to fret about postchaise or baggage;

                I am master, in short, of the situation.

                What path should I choose? Many paths lie before me;

                and a wise man is known from a fool by his choice.


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My business life is a finished chapter;

                my lovesports, too, are a castoff garment.

                I feel no desire to live back like a crab.

                "Forward or back, and it's just as far;

                out or in, and it's just as strait,"

                so I seem to have read in some luminous work.

                I'll try something new, then; ennoble my course;

                find a goal worth the labour and money it costs.

                Shall I write my life without dissimulation,

                a book for guidance and imitation?

                Or stay! I have plenty of time at command;

                what if, as a travelling scientist,

                I should study past ages and time's voracity?

                Ay, sure enough; that is the thing for me!

                Legends I read e'en in childhood's days,

                and since then I've kept up that branch of learning.

                I will follow the path of the human race!

                Like a feather I'll float on the stream of history,

                make it all live again, as in a dream,

                see the heroes battling for truth and right,

                as an onlooker only, in safety ensconced,

                see thinkers perish and martyrs bleed,

                see empires founded and vanish away,

                see worldepochs grow from their trifling seeds;

                in short, I will skim off the cream of history.

                I must try to get hold of a volume of Becker,

                and travel as far as I can by chronology.

                It's truemy grounding's by no means thorough,

                and history's wheels within wheels are deceptive;

                but pooh; the wilder the startingpoint,

                the result will oft be the more original.

                How exalting it is, now, to choose a goal,

                and drive straight for it, like flint and steel!

[With quiet emotion.]

                To break off all round one, on every side,

                the bonds that bind one to home and friends,

                to blow into atoms one's hoarded wealth,

                to bid one's love and its joys goodnight,

                all simply to find the arcana of truth,

[Wiping a tear from his eye.]

                that is the test of the true man of science!

                I feel myself happy beyond all measure.

                Now I have fathomed my destiny's riddle.

                Now 'tis but persevering through thick and thin!

                It's excusable, sure, if I hold up my head,

                and feel my worth, as the man, Peer Gynt,

                also called Humanlife's Emperor.

                I will own the sumtotal of bygone days;

                I'll nevermore tread in the paths of the living.

                The present is not worth so much as a shoesole;

                all faithless and marrowless the doings of men;


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their soul has no wings and their deeds no weight;

[Shrugs his shoulders.]

                and women,ah, they are a worthless crew!

[Goes off.]

SCENE TENTH

[A summer day. Far up in the North. A hut in the forest. The door,

   with a large wooden bar, stands open. Reindeerhorns over it. A

   flock of goats by the wall of the hut.]

[A MIDDLEAGED WOMAN, fairhaired and comely, sits spinning

   outside in the sunshine.]

THE WOMAN [glances down the path, and sings].

                Maybe both the winter and spring will pass by,

                and the next summer too, and the whole of the year;

                but thou wilt come one day, that know I full well;

                and I will await thee, as I promised of old.

[Calls the goats, and sings again.]

                God strengthen thee, whereso thou goest in the world!

                God gladden thee, if at his footstool thou stand!

                Here will I await thee till thou comest again;

                and if thou wait up yonder, then there we'll meet, my friend!

SCENE ELEVENTH

[In Egypt. Daybreak. MEMNON'S STATUE amid the sands.]

[PEER GYNT enters on foot, and looks around him for a while.]

PEER GYNT

                Here I might fittingly start on my wanderings.

                So now, for a change, I've become an Egyptian;

                but Egyptian on the basis of the Gyntish I.

                To Assyria next I will bend my steps.

                To begin right back at the world's creation

                would lead to nought but bewilderment.

                I will go round about all the Bible history;

                its secular traces I'll always be coming on;

                and to look, as the saying goes, into its seams,

                lies entirely outside both my plan and my powers.

[Sits upon a stone.]

                Now I will rest me, and patiently wait

                till the statue has sung its habitual dawnsong.

                When breakfast is over, I'll climb up the pyramid;

                if I've time, I'll look through its interior afterwards.

                Then I'll go round the head of the Red Sea by land;

                perhaps I may hit on King Potiphar's grave.

                Next I'll turn Asiatic. In Babylon I'll seek for

                the farrenowned harlots and hanging gardens,

                that's to say, the chief traces of civilisation.

                Then at one bound to the ramparts of Troy.

                From Troy there's a fareway by sea direct

                across to the glorious ancient Athens;

                there on the spot will I, stone by stone,

                survey the Pass that Leonidas guarded.

                I will get up the works of the better philosophers,

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oh no, bythebyethere's a war there at present!

                Well then, my Hellenism must even stand over.

[Looks at his watch.]

                It's really too bad, such an age as it takes

                for the sun to rise. I am pressed for time.

                Well then, from Troyit was there I left off

[Rises and listens.]

                What is that strange sort of murmur that's rushing?

[Sunrise.]

   MEMNON'S STATUE [sings].

                From the demigod's ashes there soar, youthrenewing,

                birds ever singing.

                Zeus the Omniscient

                shaped them contending

                Owls of wisdom,

                my birds, where do they slumber?

                Thou must die if thou rede not

                the song's enigma!

PEER

                How strange now,I really fancied there came

                from the statue a sound. Music, this, of the Past.

                I heard the stoneaccents now rising, now sinking.

                I will register it, for the learned to ponder.

[Notes in his pocketbook.]

                "The statue did sing. I heard the sound plainly,

                but didn't quite follow the text of the song.

                The whole thing, of course, was hallucination.

                Nothing else of importance observed today."

[Proceeds on his way.]

SCENE TWELFTH

[Near the village of Gizeh. The great SPHINX carved out of the rock.

   In the distance the spires and minarets of Cairo.]

[PEER GYNT enters; he examines the SPHINX attentively, now through

   his eyeglass, now through his hollowed hand.]

PEER GYNT

                Now, where in the world have I met before

                something half forgotten that's like this hobgoblin?

                For met it I have, in the north or the south.

                Was it a person? And, if so, who?

                That Memnon, it afterwards crossed my mind,

                was like the Old Men of the Dovre, so called,

                just as he sat there, stiff and stark,

                planted on end on the stumps of pillars.

                But this most curious mongrel here,

                this changeling, a lion and woman in one,

                does he come to me, too, from a fairytale,

                or from a remembrance of something real?

                From a fairytale? Ho, I remember the fellow!

                Why, of course it's the Boyg, that I smote on the skull,

                that is, I dreamt it,I lay in fever.

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The selfsame eyes, and the selfsame lips;

                not quite so lumpish; a little more cunning;

                but the same, for the rest, in all essentials.

                Ay, so that's it, Boyg; so you're like a lion

                when one sees you from behind and meets you in the daytime!

                Are you still good at riddling? Come, let us try.

                Now we shall see if you answer as last time!

[Calls out towards the SPHINX.]

                Hei, Boyg, who are you?

   A VOICE [behind the SPHINX].

                Ach, Sphinx, wer bist du?

PEER

                What! Echo answers in German! How strange!

THE VOICE

                Wer bist du?

PEER

                It speaks it quite fluently too!

                That observation is new, and my own.

[Notes in his book.]

                "Echo in German. Dialect, Berlin."

[BEGRIFFENFELDT COMES OUT from behind the SPHINX.]

   BEGRIFFENFELDT

                A man!

PEER

                Oh, then it was he that was chattering.

[Notes again.]

                "Arrived in the sequel at other results."

   BEGRIFFENFELDT [with all sorts of restless antics].

                Excuse me, mein Herr! Eine Lebensfrage!

                What brings you to this place precisely today?

PEER

                A visit. I'm greeting a friend of my youth.

   BEGRIFFENFELDT

                What? The Sphinx?

PEER [nods].

                Yes, I knew him in days gone by.

   BEGRIFFENFELDT

                Famos!And that after such a night!

                My temples are hammering as though they would burst!

                You know him, man! Answer! Say on! Can you tell

                what he is?

PEER

                What he is? Yes, that's easy enough.

                He's himself.

   BEGRIFFENFELDT [with a bound].

                Ha, the riddle of life lightened forth

                in a flash to my vision!It's certain he is

                himself?

PEER

                Yes, he says so, at any rate.

   BEGRIFFENFELDT


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Himself! Revolution! thine hour is at hand!

[Takes off his hat.]

                Your name, pray, mein Herr?

PEER

                I was christened Peer Gynt.

   BEGRIFFENFELDT [in rapt admiration].

                Peer Gynt! Allegoric! I might have foreseen it.

                Peer Gynt? That must clearly imply: The Unknown,

                the Comer whose coming was foretold to me

PEER

                What, really? And now you are here to meet?

   BEGRIFFENFELDT

                Peer Gynt! Profound! Enigmatic! Incisive!

                Each word, as it were, an abysmal lesson!

                What are you?

PEER [modestly].

                I've always endeavoured to be

                myself. For the rest, here's my passport, you see.

   BEGRIFFENFELDT

                Again that mysterious word at the bottom.

[Seizes him by the wrist.]

                To Cairo! The Interpreters' Kaiser is found!

PEER

                Kaiser?

   BEGRIFFENFELDT

                Come on!

PEER

                Am I really known?

   BEGRIFFENFELDT [dragging him away].

                The Interpreters' Kaiseron the basis of Self!

SCENE THIRTEENTH

[In Cairo. A large courtyard, surrounded by high walls and

   buildings. Barred windows; iron cages.]

[THREE KEEPERS in the courtyard. A FOURTH comes in.]

   THE NEWCOMER

                Schafmann, say, where's the director gone?

   A KEEPER

                He drove out this morning some time before dawn.

   THE FIRST

                I think something must have occurred to annoy him;

                for last night

ANOTHER

                Hush, be quiet; he's there at the door!

[BEGRIFFENFELDT leads PEER GYNT in, locks the gate, and puts the key

   in his pocket.]

PEER [to himself].

                Indeed an exceedingly gifted man;

                almost all that he says is beyond comprehension.

[Looks around.]

                So this is the Club of the Savants, eh?

   BEGRIFFENFELDT


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Here you will find them, every man jack of them;

                the group of Interpreters threescore and ten;

                it's been lately increased by a hundred and sixty

[Shouts to the KEEPERS.]

                Mikkel, Schlingelberg, Schafmann, Fuchs,

                into the cages with you at once!

   THE KEEPERS

                We!

   BEGRIFFENFELDT

                Who else, pray? Get in, get in!

                When the world twirls around, we must twirl with it too.

[Forces them into a cage.]

                He's arrived this morning, the mighty Peer;

                the rest you can guess,I need say no more.

[Locks the cage door, and throws the key into a well.]

PEER

                But, my dear Herr Doctor and Director, pray?

   BEGRIFFENFELDT Neither one nor the other! I was before

                Herr Peer, are you secret? I must ease my heart

PEER [with increasing uneasiness].

                What is it?

   BEGRIFFENFELDT

                Promise you will not tremble.

PEER

                I will do my best, but

   BEGRIFFENFELDT [draws him into a corner, and whispers].

                The Absolute Reason

                departed this life at eleven last night.

PEER

                God help me!

   BEGRIFFENFELDT

                Why, yes, it's extremely deplorable.

                And as I'm placed, you see, it is doubly unpleasant;

                for this institution has passed up to now

                for what's called a madhouse.

PEER

                A madhouse, ha!

   BEGRIFFENFELDT

                Not now, understand!

PEER [softly, pale with fear].

                Now I see what the place is!

                And the man is mad;and there's none that knows it!

[Tries to steal away.]

   BEGRIFFENFELDT [following him].

                However, I hope you don't misunderstand me?

                When I said he was dead, I was talking stuff.

                He's beside himself. Started clean out of his skin,

                just like my compatriot Munchausen's fox.

PEER

                Excuse me a moment

   BEGRIFFENFELDT [holding him back].


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I meant like an eel;

                it was not like a fox. A needle through his eye;

                and he writhed on the wall

PEER

                Where can rescue be found!

   BEGRIFFENFELDT

                A snick round his neck, and whip! out of his skin!

PEER

                He's raving! He's utterly out of his wits!

   BEGRIFFENFELDT

                Now it's patent, and can't be dissimulated,

                that this fromhimselfgoing must have for result

                a complete revolution by sea and land.

                The persons one hitherto reckoned as mad,

                you see, became normal last night at eleven,

                accordant with Reason in its newest phase.

                And more, if the matter be rightly regarded,

                it's patent that, at the aforementioned hour,

                the sane folks, so called, began forthwith to rave.

PEER

                You mentioned the hour, sir, my time is but scant

   BEGRIFFENFELDT

                Your time, did you say? There you jog my remembrance!

[Opens a door and calls out.]

                Come forth all! The time that shall be is proclaimed!

                Reason is dead and gone; long live Peer Gynt!

PEER

                Now, my dear good fellow!

[The LUNATICS come one by one, and at intervals, into the

   courtyard.]

   BEGRIFFENFELDT

                Good morning! Come forth,

                and hail the dawn of emancipation!

                Your Kaiser has come to you!

PEER

                Kaiser?

   BEGRIFFENFELDT

                Of course!

PEER

                But the honour's so great, so entirely excessive

   BEGRIFFENFELDT

                Oh, do not let any false modesty sway you

                at an hour such as this.

PEER

                But at least give me time!

                No, indeed, I'm not fit; I'm completely dumbfounded!

   BEGRIFFENFELDT

                A man who has fathomed the Sphinx's meaning!

                A man who's himself!

PEER

                Ay, but that's just the rub.


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It's true that in everything I am myself;

                but here the point is, if I follow your meaning,

                to be, so to phrase it, outside oneself.

   BEGRIFFENFELDT

                Outside? No, there you are strangely mistaken!

                It's here, sir, that one is oneself with a vengeance;

                oneself, and nothing whatever besides.

                We go, full sail, as our very selves.

                Each one shuts himself up in the barrel of self,

                in the selffermentation he dives to the bottom,

                with the selfbung he seals it hermetically,

                and seasons the staves in the well of self.

                No one has tears for the other's woes;

                no one has mind for the other's ideas.

                We're our very selves, both in thought and tone,

                ourselves to the springboard's uttermost verge,

                and so, if a Kaiser's to fill the throne,

                it is clear that you are the very man.

PEER

                O would that the devil!

   BEGRIFFENFELDT

                Come, don't be cast down;

                almost all things in nature are new at the first.

                "Oneself;"come, here you shall see an example;

                I'll choose you at random the first man that comes

[To a gloomy figure.]

                Goodday, Huhu! Well, my boy, wandering round

                for ever with misery's impress upon you?

   HUHU

                Can I help it, when the people,

                race by race, dies untranslated?

[To PEER GYNT.]

                You're a stranger; will you listen?

PEER [bowing].

                Oh, by all means!

   HUHU

                Lend your ear then.

                Eastward far, like browborne garlands,

                lie the Malabarish seaboards.

                Hollanders and Portugueses

                compass all the land with culture.

                There, moreover, swarms are dwelling

                of the purebred Malabaris.

                These have muddled up the language,

                they now lord it in the country.

                But in longdeparted ages

                there the orangoutang was ruler.

                He, the forest's lord and master,

                freely fought and snarled in freedom.

                As the hand of nature shaped him,

                just so grinned he, just so gaped he.


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He could shriek unreprehended;

                he was ruler in his kingdom.

                Ah, but then the foreign yoke came,

                marred the foresttongue primeval.

                Twice two hundred years of darkness

                brooded o'er the race of monkeys;

                and, you know, nights so protracted

                bring a people to a standstill.

                Mute are now the woodnotes primal;

                grunts and growls are heard no longer;

                if we'd utter our ideas,

                it must be by means of language.

                What constraint on all and sundry!

                Hollanders and Portugueses,

                halfcaste race and Malabaris,

                all alike must suffer by it.

                I have tried to fight the battle

                of our real, primal woodspeech,

                tried to bring to life its carcass,

                proved the people's right of shrieking,

                shrieked myself, and shown the need of

                shrieks in poems for the people.

                Scantly, though, my work is valued.

                Now I think you grasp my sorrow.

                Thanks for lending me a hearing;

                have you counsel, let me hear it!

PEER [softly].

                It is written: Best be howling

                with the wolves that are about you.

[Aloud.]

                Friend, if I remember rightly,

                there are bushes in Morocco,

                where orangoutangs in plenty

                live with neither bard nor spokesman;

                their speech sounded Malabarish;

                it was classical and pleasing.

                Why don't you, like other worthies,

                emigrate to serve your country?

   HUHU

                Thanks for lending me a hearing;

                I will do as you advise me.

[With a large gesture.]

                East! thou hast disowned thy singer!

                West! thou hast orangoutangs still!

[Goes.]

   BEGRIFFENFELDT

                Well, was he himself? I should rather think so.

                He's filled with his own affairs, simply and solely.

                He's himself in all that comes out of him,

                himself, just because he's beside himself.

                Come here! Now I'll show you another one,


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who's no less, since last evening, accordant with Reason.

[To a FELLAH, with a mummy on his back.]

                King Apis, how goes it, my mighty lord?

   THE FELLAH [wildly, to PEER GYNT].

                Am I King Apis?

PEER [getting behind the DOCTOR].

                I'm sorry to say

                I'm not quite at home in the situation;

                but I certainly gather, to judge by your tone

   THE FELLAH

                Now you too are lying.

   BEGRIFFENFELDT

                Your Highness should state

                how the whole matter stands.

   THE FELLAH

                Yes, I'll tell him my tale.

[Turns to PEER GYNT.]

                Do you see whom I bear on my shoulders?

                His name was King Apis of old.

                Now he goes by the title of mummy,

                and withal he's completely dead.

                All the pyramids yonder he builded,

                and hewed out the mighty Sphinx,

                and fought, as the Doctor puts it,

                with the Turks, both to rechts and links.

                And therefore the whole of Egypt

                exalted him as a god,

                and set up his image in temples,

                in the outward shape of a bull.

                But I am this very King Apis,

                I see that as clear as day;

                and if you don't understand it,

                you shall understand it soon.

                King Apis, you see, was out hunting,

                and got off his horse awhile,

                and withdrew himself unattended

                to a part of my ancestor's land.

                But the field that King Apis manured

                has nourished me with its corn,

                and if further proofs are demanded,

                know, I have invisible horns.

                Now, isn't it most accursed

                that no one will own my might!

                By birth I am Apis of Egypt,

                but a fellah in other men's sight.

                Can you tell me what course to follow?

                then counsel me honestly.

                The problem is how to make me

                resemble King Apis the Great.

PEER

                Build pyramids then, your highness,


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and carve out a greater Sphinx,

                and fight, as the Doctor puts it,

                with the Turks, both to rechts and links.

   THE FELLAH

                Ay, that is all mighty fine talking!

                A fellah! A hungry louse!

                I, who scarcely can keep my hovel

                clear even of rats and mice.

                Quick, man,think of something better,

                that'll make me both great and safe,

                and further, exactly like to

                King Apis that's on my back!

PEER

                What if your highness hanged you,

                and then, in the lap of earth,

                'twixt the coffin's natural frontiers,

                kept still and completely dead.

   THE FELLAH

                I'll do it! My life for a halter!

                To the gallows with hide and hair!

                At first there will be some difference,

                but that time will smooth away.

[Goes off and prepares to hang himself.]

   BEGRIFFENFELDT

                There's a personality for you, Herr Peer,

                a man of method

PEER

                Yes, yes; I see;

                but he'll really hang himself! God grant us grace!

                I'll be ill;I can scarcely command my thoughts!

   BEGRIFFENFELDT

                A state of transition; it won't last long.

PEER

                Transition? To what? With your leaveI must go

   BEGRIFFENFELDT [holding him].

                Are you crazy?

PEER

                Not yet. Crazy? Heaven forbid!

[A commotion. The Minister HUSSEIN forces his way

                through the crowd.]

   HUSSEIN

                They tell me a Kaiser has come today.

[To PEER GYNT.]

                It is you?

PEER [in desperation].

                Yes, that is a settled thing!

   HUSSEIN

                Good.Then no doubt there are notes to be answered?

PEER [tearing his hair].

                Come on! Right you are, sir;the madder the better!

   HUSSEIN


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Will you do me the honour of taking a dip?

[Bowing deeply.]

                I am a pen.

PEER [bowing still deeper].

                Why then I am quite clearly

                a rubbishy piece of imperial parchment.

   HUSSEIN

                My story, my lord, is concisely this:

                they take me for a sandbox, and I am a pen.

PEER

                My story, Sir Pen, is, to put it briefly:

                I'm a blank sheet of paper that no one will write on.

   HUSSEIN

                No man understands in the least what I'm good for;

                they all want to use me for scattering sand with!

PEER

                I was in a woman's keeping a silverclasped book;

                it's one and the same misprint to be either mad or sane!

   HUSSEIN [with high leap].

                Just fancy, what an exhausting life:

                to be a pen and never taste the edge of a knife!

PEER

                Just fancy, for a reindeer to leap from on high

                to fall and falland never feel the ground beneath your

                hoofs!

   HUSSEIN

                A knife! I am blunt;quick, mend me and slit me!

                The world will go to ruin if they don't mend my point for me! !

PEER

                A pity for the world which, like other selfmade things,

                was reckoned by the Lord to be so excellently good.

   BEGRIFFENFELDT

                Here's a knife!

   HUSSEIN [seizing it].

                Ah, how I shall lick up the ink now!

                Oh, what rapture to cut oneself!

[Cuts his throat.]

   BEGRIFFENFELDT [stepping aside].

                Pray do not sputter.

PEER [in increasing terror].

                Hold him!

   HUSSEIN

                Ay, hold me! That is the word!

                Hold! Hold the pen! On the desk with the paper!

[Falls.]

                I'm outworn. The postscriptremember it, pray:

                He lived and he died as a fateguided pen!

PEER [dizzily].

                What shall I! What am I? Thou mighty, hold fast!

                I am all that thou wilt,I'm a Turk, I'm a sinner

                a hilltroll; but help;there was something that burst!


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[Shrieks.]

                I cannot just hit on thy name at the moment;

                oh, come to my aid, thouall madmen's protector!

[Sinks down insensible.]

   BEGRIFFENFELDT [with a wreath of straw in his hand, gives a bound

                and sits astride of him].

                Ha! See him in the mire enthroned;

                beside himself! To crown him now!

                Long life, long life to Selfhood's Kaiser!

   SCHAFMANN [in the cage].

                Es lebe hoch der grosse Peer!

ACT FIFTH

SCENE FIRST

[On board a ship on the North Sea, off the Norwegian coast.

   Sunset. Stormy weather.]

[PEER GYNT, a vigorous old man, with grizzled hair and beard, is

   standing aft on the poop. He is dressed half sailorfashion, with

   a peajacket and long boots. His clothing is rather the worse for

   wear; he himself is weatherbeaten, and has a somewhat harder

   expression. The CAPTAIN is standing beside the steersman at the

   wheel. The crew are forward.]

PEER GYNT [leans with his arms on the bulwark, and gazes towards the

                land].

                Look at Hallingskarv in his winter furs;

                he's ruffling it, old one, in the evening glow.

                The Jokel, his brother, stands behind him askew;

                he's got his green icemantle still on his back.

                The Flogefann, now, she is mighty fine,

                lying there like a maiden in spotless white.

                Don't you be madcaps, old boys that you are!

                Stand where you stand; you're but granite knobs.

   THE CAPTAIN [shouts forward].

                Two hands to the wheel, and the lantern aloft!

PEER

                It's blowing up stiff

   THE CAPTAIN

                for a gale tonight.

PEER

                Can one see the Ronde Hills from the sea?

   THE CAPTAIN

                No, how should you? They lie at the back of the snowfields.

PEER

                Or Blaho?

   THE CAPTAIN

                No; but from up in the rigging,

                you've a glimpse, in clear weather, of Galdhopiggen.

PEER

                Where does Harteig lie?

   THE CAPTAIN [pointing].


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About over there.

PEER

                I thought so.

   THE CAPTAIN

                You know where you are, it appears.

PEER

                When I left the country, I sailed by here;

                And the dregs, says the proverb, hang in to the last.

[Spits, and gazes at the coast.]

                In there, where the scaurs and the clefts lie blue,

                where the valleys, like trenches, gloom narrow and black,

                and underneath, skirting the open fiords,

                it's in places like these human beings abide.

[Looks at the CAPTAIN.]

                They build far apart in this country.

   THE CAPTAIN

                Ay;

                few are the dwellings and far between.

PEER

                Shall we get in by daybreak?

   THE CAPTAIN

                Thereabouts;

                if we don't have too dirty a night altogether.

PEER

                It grows thick in the west.

   THE CAPTAIN

                It does so.

PEER

                Stop a bit!

                You might put me in mind when we make up accounts

                I'm inclined, as the phrase goes, to do a good turn

                to the crew

   THE CAPTAIN

                I thank you.

PEER

                It won't be much.

                I have dug for gold, and lost what I found;

                we are quite at loggerheads, Fate and I.

                You know what I've got in safe keeping on board

                that's all I have left;the rest's gone to the devil.

   THE CAPTAIN

                It's more than enough, though, to make you of weight

                among people at home here.

PEER

                I've no relations.

                There's no one awaiting the rich old curmudgeon.

                Well; that saves you, at least, any scenes on the pier!

   THE CAPTAIN

                Here comes the storm.

PEER

                Well, remember then


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If any of your crew are in real need,

                I won't look too closely after the money

   THE CAPTAIN

                That's kind. They are most of them ill enough off;

                they have all got their wives and their children at home.

                With their wages alone they can scarce make ends meet;

                but if they come home with some cash to the good,

                it will be a return not forgot in a hurry.

PEER

                What do you say? Have they wives and children?

                Are they married?

   THE CAPTAIN

                Married? Ay, every man of them.

                But the one that is worst off of all is the cook;

                black famine is ever at home in his house.

PEER

                Married? They've folks that await them at home?

                Folks to be glad when they come? Eh?

   THE CAPTAIN

                Of course,

                in poor people's fashion.

PEER

                And come they one evening,

                what then?

   THE CAPTAIN

                Why, I daresay the goodwife will fetch

                something good for a treat

PEER

                And a light in the sconce?

   THE CAPTAIN

                Ay, ay, may be two; and a dram to their supper.

PEER

                And there they sit snug! There's a fire on the hearth!

                They've their children about them! The room's full of chatter;

                not one hears another right out to an end,

                for the joy that is on them!

   THE CAPTAIN

                It's likely enough.

                So it's really kind, as you promised just now,

                to help eke things out.

PEER [thumping the bulwark].

                I'll be damned if I do!

                Do you think I am mad? Would you have me fork out

                for the sake of a parcel of other folks' brats?

                I've slaved much too sorely in earning my cash!

                There's nobody waiting for old Peer Gynt.

   THE CAPTAIN

                Well well; as you please then; your money's your own.

PEER

                Right! Mine it is, and no one else's.

                We'll reckon as soon as your anchor is down!


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Take my fare, in the cabin, from Panama here.

                Then brandy all round to the crew. Nothing more.

                If I give a doit more, slap my jaw for me, Captain.

   THE CAPTAIN

                I owe you a quittance, and not a thrashing;

                but excuse me, the wind's blowing up to a gale.

[He goes forward. It has fallen dark; lights are lit in the cabin.

   The sea increases. Fog and thick clouds.]

PEER

                To have a whole bevy of youngsters at home;

                still to dwell in their minds as a coming delight;

                to have others' thoughts follow you still on your path!

                There's never a soul gives a thought to me.

                Lights in the sconces! I'll put out those lights.

                I will hit upon something!I'll make them all drunk;

                not one of the devils shall go sober ashore.

                They shall all come home drunk to their children and wives!

                They shall curse; bang the table till it rings again,

                they shall scare those that wait for them out of their wits!

                The goodwife shall scream and rush forth from the house,

                clutch her children along! All their joy gone to ruin!

[The ship gives a heavy lurch; he staggers and keeps his balance

    with difficulty.]

                Why, that was a buffet and no mistake.

                The sea's hard at labour, as though it were paid for it;

                it's still itself here on the coasts of the north;

                a crosssea, as wry and wrongheaded as ever

[Listens.]

                Why, what can those screams be?

   THE LOOKOUT [forward].

                A wreck alee!

   THE CAPTAIN [on the main deck, shouts].

                Helm hard astarboard! Bring her up to the wind!

   THE MATE

                Are there men on the wreck?

   THE LOOKOUT

                I can just see three!

PEER

                Quick! lower the stern boat

   THE CAPTAIN

                She'd fill ere she floated.

[Goes forward.]

PEER

                Who can think of that now?

[To some of the crew.]

                If you're men, to the rescue!

                What the devil, if you should get a bit of a ducking!

   THE BOATSWAIN

                It's out of the question in such a sea.

PEER

                They are screaming again! There's a lull in the wind.


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Cook, will you risk it? Quick! I will pay

   THE COOK

                No, not if you offered me twenty poundssterling

PEER

                You hounds! You chickenhearts! Can you forget

                these are men that have goodwives and children at home?

                There they're sitting and waiting

   THE BOATSWAIN

                Well, patience is wholesome.

   THE CAPTAIN

                Bear away from that sea!

   THE MATE

                There the wreck turned over!

PEER

                All is silent of a sudden!

   THE BOATSWAIN

                Were they married, as you think,

                there are three newbaked widows even now in the world.

[The storm increases. PEER GYNT moves away aft.]

PEER

                There is no faith left among men any more,

                no Christianity,well may they say it and write it;

                their good deeds are few and their prayers are still fewer,

                and they pay no respect to the Powers above them.

                In a storm like tonight's, he's a terror, the Lord is.

                These beasts should be careful, and think, what's the truth,

                that it's dangerous playing with elephants;

                and yet they must openly brave his displeasure!

                I am no whit to blame; for the sacrifice

                I can prove I stood ready, my money in hand.

                But how does it profit me?What says the proverb?

                A conscience at ease is a pillow of down.

                Oh ay, that is all very well on dry land,

                but I'm blest if it matters a snuff on board ship,

                when a decent man's out on the seas with such riffraff.

                At sea one never can be one's self;

                one must go with the others from deck to keel;

                if for boatswain and cook the hour of vengeance should strike,

                I shall no doubt be swept to the deuce with the rest;

                one's personal welfare is clean set aside;

                one counts but as a sausage in slaughteringtime.

                My mistake is this: I have been too meek;

                and I've had no thanks for it after all.

                Were I younger, I. think I would shift the saddle,

                and try how it answered to lord it awhile.

                There is time enough yet! They shall know in the parish

                that Peer has come sailing aloft o'er the seas!

                I'll get back the farmstead by fair means or foul;

                I will build it anew; it shall shine like a palace.

                But none shall be suffered to enter the hall!

                They shall stand at the gateway, all twirling their caps;


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they shall beg and beseechthat they freely may do;

                but none gets so much as a farthing of mine.

                If I've had to howl 'neath the lashes of fate,

                trust me to find folks I can lash in my turn

   THE STRANGE PASSENGER [stands in the darkness at PEER GYNT's side,

                and salutes him in friendly fashion].

                Good evening!

PEER

    Good evening! What? Who are you?

   THE PASSENGER

                Your fellowpassenger, at your service.

PEER

                Indeed? I thought I was the only one.

   THE PASSENGER

                A mistaken impression, which now is set right.

PEER

                But it's singular that, for the first time tonight,

                I should see you

   THE PASSENGER

                I never come out in the daytime.

PEER

                Perhaps you are ill? You're as white as a sheet

   THE PASSENGER

                No, thank youmy health is uncommonly good.

PEER

                What a raging storm!

   THE PASSENGER

                Ay, a blessed one, man!

PEER

                A blessed one?

   THE PASSENGER

                The sea's running high as houses.

                Ah, one can feel one's mouth watering!

                just think of the wrecks that tonight will be shattered;

                and think, too, what corpses will drive ashore!

PEER

                Lord save us!

   THE PASSENGER

                Have ever you seen a man strangled,

                or hanged,or drowned?

PEER

                This is going too far!

   THE PASSENGER

                The corpses all laugh. But their laughter is forced;

                and the most part are found to have bitten their tongues.

PEER

                Hold off from me!

   THE PASSENGER

                Only one question pray!

                If we, for example, should strike on a rock,

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PEER

                You think there is danger?

   THE PASSENGER

                I really don't know what I ought to say.

                But suppose, now, I float and you go to the bottom

PEER

                Oh, rubbish

   THE PASSENGER

                It's just a hypothesis.

                But when one is placed with one foot in the grave,

                one grows softhearted and openhanded

PEER [puts his hand in his pocket].

                Ho, money!

   THE PASSENGER

                No, no; but perhaps you would kindly

                make me a gift of your muchesteemed carcass?

PEER

                This is too much!

   THE PASSENGER

                No more than your body, you know!

                To help my researches in science

PEER

                Begone!

   THE PASSENGER

                But think, my dear sirthe advantage is yours!

                I'll have you laid open and brought to the light.

                What I specially seek is the centre of dreams,

                and with critical care I'll look into your seams

PEER

                Away with you!

   THE PASSENGER

                Why, my dear sira drowned corpse!

PEER

                Blasphemer! You're goading the rage of the storm!

                I call it too bad! Here it's raining and blowing,

                a terrible sea on, and all sorts of signs

                of something that's likely to shorten our days;

                And you carry on so as to make it come quicker!

   THE PASSENGER

                You're in no mood, I see, to negotiate further;

                but time, you know, brings with it many a change

[Nods in a friendly fashion.]

                We'll meet when you're sinking, if not before;

                perhaps I may then find you more in the humour.

[Goes into the cabin.]

PEER

                Unpleasant companions these scientists are!

                With their freethinking ways

[To the BOATSWAIN, who is passing.]

                Hark, a word with you, friend!

                That passenger? What crazy creature is he?


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THE BOATSWAIN

                I know of no passenger here but yourself.

PEER

                No others? This thing's getting worse and worse.

[To the SHIP'S BOY, who comes out of the cabin.]

                Who went down the companion just now?

   THE BOY

                The ship's dog, sir!

[Passes on.]

   THE LOOKOUT [shouts].

                Land close ahead!

PEER

                Where's my box? Where's my trunk?

                All the baggage on deck!

   THE BOATSWAIN

                We have more to attend to!

PEER

                It was nonsense, captain! 'Twas only my joke;

                as sure as I'm here I will help the cook

   THE CAPTAIN

                The jib's blown away!

   THE MATE

                And there went the foresail!

   THE BOATSWAIN [shrieks from forward].

                Breakers under the bow!

   THE CAPTAIN

                She will go to shivers!

[The ship strikes. Noise and confusion.]

SCENE SECOND

[Close under the land, among sunken rocks and surf. The ship

   sinks. The jollyboat, with two men in her, is seen for a moment

   through the scud. A sea strikes her; she fills and upsets. A shriek

   is heard; then all is silent for a while. Shortly afterwards the

   boat appears floating bottom upwards.]

[PEER GYNT comes to the surface near the boat.]

PEER

                Help! Help! A boat! Help! I'll be drowned!

                Save me, oh Lordas saith the text!

[Clutches hold of the boat's keel.]

   THE COOK [comes up on the other side].

                Oh, Lord Godfor my children's sake,

                have mercy! Let me reach the land!

[Seizes hold of the keel.]

PEER

                Let go!

   THE COOK

                Let go!

PEER

                I'll strike!

   THE COOK

                So'll I!


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PEER

                I'll crush you down with kicks and blows!

                Let go your hold! She won't float two!

   THE COOK

                I know it! Yield!

PEER

                Yield you!

   THE COOK

                Oh yes!

[They fight; one of the COOKS hands is disabled; he clings on with

THE OTHER.]

PEER

                Off with that hand!

   THE COOK

                Oh, kind sirspare!

                Think of my little ones at home!

PEER

                I need my life far more than you,

                for I am lone and childless still.

   THE COOK

                Let go! You've lived, and I am young!

PEER

                Quick; haste you; sink;you drag us down.

   THE COOK

                Have mercy! Yield in heaven's name!

                There's none to miss and mourn for you

[His hand slips; he screams:]

                I'm drowning!

PEER [seizing him].

                By this wisp of hair

                I'll hold you; say your Lord's Prayer, quick!

   THE COOK

                I can't remember; all turns black

PEER

                Come, the essentials in a word!

   THE COOK

                Give us this day!

PEER

                Skip that part, Cook;

                you'll get all you need, safe enough.

   THE COOK

                Give us this day

PEER

                The same old song!

                One sees you were a cook in life

[The COOK slips from his grasp.]

   THE COOK [sinking].

                Give us this day our

[Disappears.]

PEER

                Amen, lad!


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to the last gasp you were yourself.

[Draws himself up on to the bottom of the boat.]

                So long as there is life there's hope

   THE STRANGE PASSENGER [catches hold of the boat].

                Good morning!

PEER

                Hoy!

   THE PASSENGER

                I heard you shout.

                It's pleasant finding you again.

                Well? So my prophecy came true!

PEER

                Let go! Let go! 'Twill scarce float one!

   THE PASSENGER

                I'm striking out with my left leg.

                I'll float, if only with their tips

                my fingers rest upon this ledge.

                But apropos: your body

PEER

                Hush!

   THE PASSENGER

                The rest, of course, is done for, clean

PEER

                No more!

   THE PASSENGER

                Exactly as you please.

[Silence.]

PEER

                Well?

   THE PASSENGER

                I am silent.

PEER

                Satan's tricks!

                What now?

   THE PASSENGER

                I'm waiting.

PEER [tearing his hair].

                I'll go mad!

                What are you?

   THE PASSENGER [nods].

                Friendly.

PEER

                What else? Speak!

   THE PASSENGER

                What think you? Do you know none other

                that's like me?

PEER

                Do I know the devil?

   THE PASSENGER [in a low voice].

                Is it his way to light a lantern

                for life's nightpilgrimage through fear?


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PEER

                Ah, come! When once the thing's cleared up,

                you'd seem a messenger of light?

   THE PASSENGER

                Friend,have you once in each halfyear

                felt all the earnestness of dread?

PEER

                Why, one's afraid when danger threatens;

                but all your words have double meanings.

   THE PASSENGER

                Ay, have you gained but once in life

                the victory that is given in dread?

PEER [looks at him].

                Came you to ope for me a door,

                'twas stupid not to come before.

                What sort of sense is there in choosing

                your time when seas gape to devour one?

   THE PASSENGER

                Were, then, the victory more likely

                beside your hearthstone, snug and quiet?

PEER

                Perhaps not; but your talk befooled me.

                How could you fancy it awakening?

   THE PASSENGER

                Where I come from, there smiles are prized

                as highly as pathetic style.

PEER

                All has its time; what fits the taxman,

                so says the text, would damn the bishop.

   THE PASSENGER

                The host whose dust inurned has slumbered

                treads not on weekdays the cothurnus.

PEER

                Avaunt thee, bugbear! Man, begone!

                I will not die! I must ashore!

   THE PASSENGER

                Oh, as for that, be reassured;

                one dies not midmost of Act Five.

[Glides away.]

PEER

                Ah, there he let it out at last;

                he was a sorry moralist.

SCENE THIRD

[Churchyard in a highlying mountain parish.]

[A funeral is going on. By the grave, the PRIEST and a gathering

   of people. The last verse of the psalm is being sung. PEER GYNT

   passes by on the road.]

PEER [at the gate].

                Here's a countryman going the way of all flesh.

                God be thanked that it isn't me.

[Enters the churchyard.]


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THE PRIEST [speaking beside the grave].

                Now, when the soul has gone to meet its doom,

                and here the dust lies, like an empty pod,

                now, my dear friends, we'll speak a word or two

                about this dead man's pilgrimage on earth.

                He was not wealthy, neither was he wise,

                his voice was weak, his bearing was unmanly,

                he spoke his mind abashed and faltering,

                he scarce was master at his own fireside;

                he sidled into church, as though appealing

                for leave, like other men, to take his place.

                It was from Gudbrandsdale, you know, he came.

                When here he settled he was but a lad;

                and you remember how, to the very last,

                he kept his right hand hidden in his pocket.

                That right hand in the pocket was the feature

                that chiefly stamped his image on the mind,

                and therewithal his writhing, his abashed

                shrinking from notice wheresoe'er he went.

                But, though he still pursued a path aloof,

                and ever seemed a stranger in our midst,

                you all know what he strove so hard to hide,

                the hand he muffled had four fingers only.

                I well remember, many years ago,

                one morning; there were sessions held at Lunde.

                'Twas wartime, and the talk in every mouth

                turned on the country's sufferings and its fate.

                I stood there watching. At the table sat

                the Captain, 'twixt the bailiff and the sergeants;

                lad after lad was measured up and down,

                passed, and enrolled, and taken for a soldier.

                The room was full, and from the green outside,

                where thronged the young folks, loud the laughter rang.

                A name was called, and forth another stepped,

                one pale as snow upon the glacier's edge.

                They bade the youth advance; he reached the table;

                we saw his right hand swaddled in a clout;

                he gasped, he swallowed, battling after words,

                but, though the Captain urged him, found no voice.

                Ah yes, at last! Then with his cheek aflame,

                his tongue now failing him, now stammering fast,

                he mumbled something of a scythe that slipped

                by chance, and shore his finger to the skin.

                Straightway a silence fell upon the room.

                Men bandied meaning glances; they made mouths;

                they stoned the boy with looks of silent scorn.

                He felt the hailstorm, but he saw it not.

                Then up the Captain stood, the grey old man;

                he spat, and pointed forth, and thundered "Go!"

                And the lad went. On both sides men fell back,

                till through their midst he had to run the gauntlet.


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He reached the door; from there he took to flight;

                up, up he went,through wood and over hillside,

                up through the stoneslips, rough, precipitous.

                He had his home up there among the mountains.

                It was some six months later he came here,

                with mother, and betrothed, and little child.

                He leased some ground upon the high hillside,

                there where the waste lands trend away towards Lomb.

                He married the first moment that he could;

                he built a house; he broke the stubborn soil;

                he throve, as many a cultivated patch

                bore witness, bravely clad in waving gold.

                At church he kept his right hand in his pocket,

                but sure I am at home his fingers nine

                toiled every bit as hard as others' ten.

                One spring the torrent washed it all away.

                Their lives were spared. Ruined and stripped of all,

                he set to work to make another clearing;

                and, ere the autumn, smoke again arose

                from a new, bettersheltered, mountain farmhouse.

                Sheltered? From torrentnot from avalanche;

                two years, and all beneath the snow lay buried.

                But still the avalanche could not daunt his spirit.

                He dug, and raked, and cartedcleared the ground

                and the next winter, ere the snowblasts came,

                a third time was his little homestead reared.

                Three sons he had, three bright and stirring boys;

                they must to school, and school was far away;

                and they must clamber where the hilltrack failed,

                by narrow ledges through the headlong scaur.

                What did he do? The eldest had to manage

                as best he might, and, where the path was worst,

                his father cast a rope round him to stay him;

                the others on his back and arms he bore.

                Thus he toiled, year by year, till they were men.

                Now might he well have looked for some return.

                In the New World, three prosperous gentlemen

                their schoolgoing and their father have forgotten.

                He was shortsighted. Out beyond the circle

                of those most near to him he nothing saw.

                To him seemed meaningless as cymbals' tinkling

                those words that to the heart should ring like steel.

                His race, his fatherland, all things high and shining,

                stood ever, to his vision, veiled in mist.

                But he was humble, humble, was this man;

                and since that sessionsday his doom oppressed him,

                as surely as his cheeks were flushed with shame,

                and his four fingers hidden in his pocket.

                Offender 'gainst his country's laws? Ay, true!

                But there is one thing that the law outshineth

                sure as the snowwhite tent of Glittertind


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has clouds, like higher rows of peaks, above it.

                No patriot was he. Both for church and state

                a fruitless tree. But there, on the upland ridge,

                in the small circle where he saw his calling,

                there he was great, because he was himself.

                His inborn note rang true unto the end.

                His days were as a lute with muted strings.

                And therefore, peace be with thee, silent warrior,

                that fought the peasant's little fight, and fell!

                It is not ours to search the heart and reins;

                that is no task for dust, but for its ruler;

                yet dare I freely, firmly, speak my hope:

                he scarce stands crippled now before his God!

[The gathering disperses. PEER GYNT remains behind, alone.]

PEER

                Now that is what I call Christianity!

                Nothing to seize on one's mind unpleasantly.

                And the topicimmovably being oneself,

                that the pastor's homily turned upon,

                is full, in its essence, of edification.

[Looks down upon the grave.]

                Was it he, I wonder, that hacked through his knuckle

                that day I was out hewing logs in the forest?

                Who knows? If I weren't standing here with my staff

                by the side of the grave of this kinsman in spirit,

                I could almost believe it was I that slept,

                and heard in a vision my panegyric.

                It's a seemly and Christianlike custom indeed

                this casting a socalled memorial glance

                in charity over the life that is ended.

                I shouldn't at all mind accepting my verdict

                at the hands of this excellent parish priest.

                Ah well, I dare say I have some time left

                ere the gravedigger comes to invite me to stay with him;

                and as Scripture has it: What's best is best,

                and: Enough for the day is the evil thereof,

                and further: Discount not thy funeral.

                Ah, the church, after all, is the true consoler.

                I've hitherto scarcely appreciated it;

                but now I feel clearly how blessed it is

                to be well assured upon sound authority:

                Even as thou sowest thou shalt one day reap.

                One must be oneself; for oneself and one's own

                one must do one's best, both in great and in small things.

                If the luck goes against you, at least you've the honour

                of a life carried through in accordance with principle.

                Now homewards! Though narrow and steep the path,

                though Fate to the end may be never so biting

                still old Peer Gynt will pursue his own way,

                and remain what he is: poor, but virtuous ever.

[Goes out.]


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SCENE FOURTH

[A hillside seamed by the dry bed of a torrent. A ruined

   millhouse beside the stream. The ground is torn up, and the whole

   place waste. Further up the hill, a large farmhouse.]

[An auction is going on in front of the farmhouse. There is a great

   gathering of people, who are drinking, with much noise. PEER GYNT iS

   sitting on a rubbishheap beside the mill.]

PEER

                Forward and back, and it's just as far;

                out and in, and it's just as strait.

                Time wears away and the river gnaws on.

                Go roundabout, the Boyg said;and here one must.

A MAN DRESSED IN MOURNING

                Now there is only rubbish left over.

[Catches sight of PEER GYNT.]

                Are there strangers here too! God be with you, good friend!

PEER

                Well met! You have lively times here today.

                Is't a christening junket or a wedding feast?

   THE MAN IN MOURNING

                I'd rather call it a housewarming treat;

                the bride is laid in a wormy bed.

PEER

                And the worms are squabbling for rags and clouts.

   THE MAN IN MOURNING

                That's the end of the ditty; it's over and done.

PEER

                All the ditties end just alike;

                and they're all old together; I knew 'em as a boy.

A LAD OF TWENTY [with a castingladle].

                Just look what a rare thing I've been buying!

                In this Peer Gynt cast his silver buttons.

ANOTHER

                Look at mine, though! The moneybag bought for a halfpenny.

   A THIRD

                No more, eh? Twopence for the pedlar's pack!

PEER

                Peer Gynt? Who was he?

   THE MAN IN MOURNING

                All I know is this:

                he was kinsman to Death and to Aslak the Smith.

A MAN IN GREY

                You're forgetting me, man! Are you mad or drunk?

   THE MAN IN MOURNING

                You forget that at Hegstad was a storehouse door.

   THE MAN IN GREY

                Ay, true; but we know you were never dainty.

   THE MAN IN MOURNING

                If only she doesn't give Death the slip

   THE MAN IN GREY

                Come, kinsman! A dram, for our kinship's sake!


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THE MAN IN MOURNING

                To the deuce with your kinship! You're maundering in drink

   THE MAN IN GREY

                Oh, rubbish; blood's never so thin as all that;

                one cannot but feel one's akin to Peer Gynt.

[Goes off with him.]

PEER [to himself].

                One meets with acquaintances.

A LAD [calls after the MAN IN MOURNING].

                Mother that's dead

                will be after you, Aslak, if you wet your whistle.

PEER [rises].

                The agriculturists' saying seems scarce to hold here:

                The deeper one harrows the better it smells.

A LAD [with a bear's skin].

                Look, the cat of the Dovre! Well, only his fell.

                It was he chased the trolls out on Christmas Eve.

ANOTHER [with a reindeerskull].

                Here is the wonderful reindeer that bore,

                at Gendin, Peer Gynt over edge and scaur.

   A THIRD [with a hammer, calls out to the MAN IN MOURNING].

                Hei, Aslak, this sledgehammer, say, do you know it?

                Was it this that you used when the devil clove the wall?

   A FOURTH [emptyhanded].

                Mads Moen, here's the invisible cloak

                Peer Gynt and Ingrid flew off through the air with.

PEER

                Brandy here, boys! I feel I'm grown old;

                I must put up to auction my rubbish and lumber!

A LAD

                What have you to sell, then?

PEER

                A palace I have

                it lies in the Ronde; it's solidly built.

THE LAD

                A button is bid!

PEER

                You must run to a dram.

                'Twere a sin and a shame to bid anything less.

ANOTHER

                He's a jolly old boy this!

[The bystanders crowd round him.]

PEER [shouts].

                Grane, my steed;

                who bids?

   ONE OF THE CROWD

                Where's he running?

PEER

                Why, far in the west!

                Near the sunset, my lads! Ah, that courser can fly

                as fast, ay, as fast as Peer Gynt could lie.


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VOICES

                What more have you got?

PEER

                I've both rubbish and gold!

                I bought it with ruin; I'll sell it at a loss.

A LAD

                Put it up!

PEER

                A dream of a silverclasped book!

                That you can have for an old hook and eye.

THE LAD

                To the devil with dreams!

PEER

                Here's my Kaiserdom!

                I throw it in the midst of you; scramble for it!

THE LAD

                Is the crown given in?

PEER

                Of the loveliest straw.

                It will fit whoever first puts it on.

                Hei, there is more yet! An addled egg!

                A madman's grey hair! And the Prophet's beard!

                All these shall be his that will show on the hillside

                a post that has writ on it: Here lies your path!

   THE BAILIFF [who has come up].

                You're carrying on, my good man, so that almost

                I think that your path will lead straight to the lockup.

PEER [hat in hand].

                Quite likely. But, tell me, who was Peer Gynt?

   THE BAILIFF

                Oh, nonsense

PEER

                Your pardon! Most humbly I beg!

   THE BAILIFF

                Oh, he's said to have been an abominable liar

PEER

                A liar?

   THE BAILIFF

                Yesall that was strong and great

                he made believe always that he had done it.

                But, excuse me, friendI have other duties

[Goes.]

PEER

                And where is he now, this remarkable man?

   AN ELDERLY MAN

                He fared over seas to a foreign land;

                it went ill with him there, as one well might foresee;

                it's many a year now since he was hanged.

PEER

                Hanged! Ay, ay! Why, I thought as much;

                our lamented Peer Gynt was himself to the last.


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[Bows.]

                Goodbye,and best thanks for today's merry meeting.

[Goes a few steps, but stops again.]

                You joyous youngsters, you comely lasses,

                shall I pay my shot with a traveller's tale?

   SEVERAL VOICES

                Yes; do you know any?

PEER

                Nothing more easy.

[He comes nearer; a look of strangeness comes over him.]

                I was golddigging once in San Francisco.

                There were mountebanks swarming all over the town.

                One with his toes could perform on the fiddle;

                another could dance a Spanish halling on his knees;

                a third, I was told, kept on making verses

                while his brainpan was having a hole bored right through it.

                To the mountebankmeeting came also the devil;

                thought he'd try his luck with the rest of them.

                His talent was this: in a manner convincing,

                he was able to grunt like a fleshandblood pig.

                He was not recognised, yet his manners attracted.

                The house was well filled; expectation ran high.

                He stepped forth in a cloak with an ample cape to it;

                man muss sich drappiren, as the Germans say.

                But under the mantlewhat none suspected

                he'd managed to smuggle a real live pig.

                And now he opened the representation;

                the devil he pinched, and the pig gave voice.

                The whole thing purported to be a fantasia

                on the porcine existence, both free and in bonds;

                and all ended up with a slaughterhouse squeal

                whereupon the performer bowed low and retired.

                The critics discussed and appraised the affair;

                the tone of the whole was attacked and defended.

                Some fancied the vocal expression too thin,

                while some thought the deathshriek too carefully studied;

                but all were agreed as to one thing: qua grunt,

                the performance was grossly exaggerated.

                Now that, you see, came of the devil's stupidity

                in not taking the measure of his public first.

[He bows and goes off. A puzzled silence comes over the crowd.]

SCENE FIFTH

[Whitsun Eve.In the depths of the forest. To the back, in a

   clearing, is a hut with a pair of reindeer horns over the

   porchgable.]

[PEER GYNT is creeping among the undergrowth, gathering wild

   onions.]

PEER

                Well, this is one standpoint. Where is the next?

                One should try all things and choose the best.

                Well, I have done so,beginning from Caesar,


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and downwards as far as to Nebuchadnezzar.

                So I had, after all, to go through Bible history;

                the old boy's had to take to his mother again.

                After all it is written: Of the earth art thou come.

                The main thing in life is to fill one's belly.

                Fill it with onions? That's not much good;

                I must take to cunning, and set out snares.

                There's water in the beck here; I shan't suffer thirst;

                and I count as the first 'mong the beasts after all.

                When my time comes to dieas most likely it will,

                I shall crawl in under a windfallen tree;

                like the bear, I will heap up a leafmound above me,

                and I'll scratch in big print on the bark of the tree:

                Here rests Peer Gynt, that decent soul,

                Kaiser o'er all of the other beasts.

                Kaiser?

[Laughs inwardly.]

                Why, you old soothsayerhumbug!

                no Kaiser are you; you are nought but an onion.

                I'm going to peel you now, my good Peer!

                You won't escape either by begging or howling.

[Takes an onion and pulls off layer after layer.]

                There lies the outermost layer, all torn;

                that's the shipwrecked man on the jollyboat's keel.

                Here's the passenger layer, scanty and thin;

                and yet in its taste there's a tang of Peer Gynt.

                Next underneath is the golddigger ego;

                the juice is all goneif it ever had any.

                This coarsegrained layer with the hardened skin

                is the peltryhunter by Hudson's Bay.

                The next one looks like a crown;oh, thanks!

                we'll throw it away without more ado.

                Here's the archaeologist, short but sturdy;

                and here is the Prophet, juicy and fresh.

                He stinks, as the Scripture has it, of lies,

                enough to bring the water to an honest man's eyes.

                This layer that rolls itself softly together

                is the gentleman, living in ease and good cheer.

                The next one seems sick. There are black streaks upon it;

                black symbolises both parsons and niggers.

[Pulls off several layers at once.]

                What an enormous number of swathings!

                Isn't the kernel soon coming to light?

[Pulls the whole onion to pieces.]

                I'm blest if it is! To the innermost centre,

                it's nothing but swathingseach smaller and smaller.

                Nature is witty!

[Throws the fragments away.]

                The devil take brooding!

                If one goes about thinking, one's apt to stumble.

                Well, I can at any rate laugh at that danger;


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for here on all fours I am firmly planted.

[Scratches his head.]

                A queer enough business, the whole concern!

                Life, as they say, plays with cards up its sleeve;

                but when one snatches at them, they've disappeared,

                and one grips something else,or else nothing at all.

[He has come near to the hut; he catches sight of it and starts.]

                This hut? On the heath! Ha!

[Rubs his eyes.]

                It seems exactly

                as though I had known this same building before.

                The reindeerhorns jutting above the gable!

                A mermaid, shaped like a fish from the navel!

                Lies! there's no mermaid! But nailsand planks,

                bars too, to shut out hobgoblin thoughts!

SOLVEIG [singing in the hut].

                Now all is ready for Whitsun Eve.

                Dearest boy of mine, far away,

                comest thou soon?

                Is thy burden heavy,

                take time, take time;

                I will await thee;

                I promised of old.

PEER [rises, quiet and deadly pale].

                One that's remembered,and one that's forgot.

                One that has squandered,and one that has saved.

                Oh, earnest!and never can the game be played o'er!

                Oh, dread!here was my Kaiserdom!

[Hurries off along the wood path.]

SCENE SIXTH

[Night. A heath, with firtrees. A forest fire has been raging;

   charred treetrunks are seen stretching for miles. White mists here

   and there clinging to the earth.]

[PEER GYNT comes running over the heath.]

PEER

                Ashes, fogscuds, dust winddriven,

                here's enough for building with!

                Stench and rottenness within it;

                all a whited sepulchre.

                Figments, dreams, and stillborn knowledge

                lay the pyramid's foundation;

                o'er them shall the work mount upwards,

                with its step on step of falsehood.

                Earnest shunned, repentance dreaded,

                flaunt at the apex like a scutcheon,

                fill the trump of judgment with their:

                Petrus Gyntus Caesar fecit!

[Listens.]

                What is this, like children's weeping?

                Weeping, but halfway to song.

                Threadballs at my feet are rolling!


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[Kicking at them.]

                Off with you! You block my path!

   THE THREADBALLS [on the ground].

                We are thoughts;

                thou shouldst have thought us;

                feet to run on

                thou shouldst have given us!

PEER [going round about].

                I have given life to one;

                'twas a bungled, crooklegged thing!

   THE THREADBALLS

                We should have soared up

                like clangorous voices,

                and here we must trundle

                as greyyarn threadballs.

PEER [stumbling].

                Threadclue! You accursed scamp!

                Would you trip your father's heels?

[Flees.]

WITHERED LEAVES [flying before the wind].

                We are a watchword;

                thou shouldst have proclaimed us!

                See how thy dozing

                has wofully riddled us.

                The worm has gnawed us

                in every crevice;

                we have never twined us

                like wreaths round fruitage.

PEER

                Not in vain your birth, however;

                lie but still and serve as manure.

A SIGHING IN THE AIR

                We are songs;

                thou shouldst have sung us!

                a thousand times over

                hast thou cowed us and smothered us.

                Down in thy heart's pit

                we have lain and waited;

                we were never called forth.

                In thy gorge be poison!

PEER

                Poison thee, thou foolish stave!

                Had I time for verse and stuff?

[Attempts a short cut.]

DEWDROPS [dripping from the branches].

                We are tears

                unshed for ever.

                Icespears, sharpwounding,

                we could have melted.

                Now the barb rankles

                in the shaggy bosom;


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the wound is closed over;

                our power is ended.

PEER

                Thanks;I wept in Rondecloisters,

                none the less they tied the tail on!

BROKEN STRAWS

                We are deeds;

                thou shouldst have achieved us!

                Doubt, the throttler,

                has crippled and riven us.

                On the Day of Judgment

                we'll come aflock,

                and tell the story,

                then woe to you!

PEER

                Rascaltricks! How dare you debit

                what is negative against me?

[Hastens away.]

ASE'S VOICE [far away].

                Fie, what a postboy!

                Hu, you've upset me!

                Snow's newly fallen here;

                sadly it's smirched me.

                You've driven me the wrong way.

                Peer, where's the castle?

                The Fiend has misled you

                with the switch from the cupboard!

PEER

                Better haste away, poor fellow!

                With the devil's sins upon you,

                soon you'll faint upon the hillside;

                hard enough to bear one's own sins.

[Runs off.]

SCENE SEVENTH

[Another part of the heath.]

PEER GYNT [sings].

                A sexton! A sexton! where are you, hounds?

                A song from braying precentormouths;

                around your hatbrim a mourning band;

                my dead are many; I must follow their biers!

[THE BUTTONMOULDER, with a box of tools, and a large castingladle,

   comes from a sidepath.]

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                Well met, old gaffer!

PEER

                Good evening, friend.

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                The man's in a hurry. Why, where is he going?

PEER

                To a gravefeast.

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Indeed? My sight's not very good;

                excuse me,your name doesn't chance to be Peer?

PEER

                Peer Gynt, as the saying is.

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                That I call luck!

                It's precisely Peer Gynt I am sent for tonight.

PEER

                You're sent for? What do you want?

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                Why, see here;

                I'm a buttonmoulder. You're to go into my ladle.

PEER

                And what to do there?

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                To be melted up.

PEER

                To be melted?

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                Here it is, empty and scoured.

                Your grave is dug ready, your coffin bespoke.

                The worms in your body will live at their ease;

                but I have orders, without delay,

                on Master's behalf to fetch in your soul.

PEER

                It can't be! Like this, without any warning!

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                It's an old tradition at burials and births

                to appoint in secret the day of the feast,

                with no warning at all to the guest of honour.

PEER

                Ay, ay, that's true. All my brain's awhirl.

                You are?

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                Why, I told youa buttonmoulder.

PEER

                I see! A pet child has many nicknames.

                So that's it, Peer; it is there you're to harbour!

                But these, my good man, are most unfair proceedings!

                I'm sure I deserve better treatment than this;

                I'm not nearly so bad as perhaps you think,

                I've done a good deal of good in the world;

                at worst you may call me a sort of a bungler,

                but certainly not an exceptional sinner.

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                Why that is precisely the rub, my man;

                you're no sinner at all in the higher sense;

                that's why you're excused all the torturepangs,

                and land, like others, in the castingladle.

PEER

                Give it what name you pleasecall it ladle or pool;


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spruce ale and swipes, they are both of them beer.

                Avaunt from me, Satan!

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                You can't be so rude

                as to take my foot for a horse's hoof?

PEER

                On horse's hoof or on fox's claws

                be off; and be careful what you're about!

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                My friend, you're making a great mistake.

                We're both in a hurry, and so, to save time,

                I'll explain the reason of the whole affair.

                You are, with your own lips you told me so,

                no sinner on the socalled heroic scale,

                scarce middling even

PEER

                Ah, now you're beginning

                to talk common sense

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                Just have patience a bit

                but to call you virtuous would be going too far.

PEER

                Well, you know I have never laid claim to that.

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                You're nor one thing nor t'other then, only soso.

                A sinner of really grandiose style

                is nowadays not to be met on the highways.

                It wants much more than merely to wallow in mire;

                for both vigour and earnestness go to a sin.

PEER

                Ay, it's very true, that remark of yours;

                one has to lay on, like the old Berserkers.

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                You, friend, on the other hand, took your sin lightly.

PEER

                Only outwardly, friend, like a splash of mud.

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                Ah, we'll soon be at one now. The sulphur pool

                is no place for you, who but plashed in the mire.

PEER

                And in consequence, friend, I can go as I came?

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                No, in consequence, friend, I must melt you up.

PEER

                What tricks are these that you've hit upon

                at home here, while I've been in foreign parts?

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                The custom's as old as the Snake's creation;

                it's designed to prevent loss of good material.

                You've worked at the craftyou must know that often

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the buttons, for instance, have sometimes no loop to them.

                What did you do, then?

PEER

                Flung the rubbish away.

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                Ah, yes; Jon Gynt was well known for a waster,

                so long as he'd aught left in wallet or purse.

                But Master, you see, he is thrifty, he is;

                and that is why he's so welltodo.

                He flings nothing away as entirely worthless

                that can be made use of as raw material.

                Now, you were designed for a shining button

                on the vest of the world; but your loop gave way;

                so into the wastebox you needs must go,

                and then, as they phrase it, be merged in the mass.

PEER

                You're surely not meaning to melt me up,

                with Dick, Tom, and Harry, into something new?

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                That's just what I do mean, and nothing else.

                We've done it already to plenty of folks.

                At Kongsberg they do just the same with money

                that's been current so long that its stamp's worn away.

PEER

                But this is the wretchedest miserliness!

                My dear good friend, let me get off free;

                a loopless button, a worn out farthing,

                what is that to a man in your Master's position?

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                Oh, so long, and inasmuch as, the spirit's in one,

                one always has value as so much metal.

PEER

                No, I say! No! With both teeth and claws

                I'll fight against this! Sooner anything else!

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                But what else? Come now, be reasonable.

                You know you're not airy enough for heaven

PEER

                I'm not hard to content; I don't aim so high;

                but I won't be deprived of one doit of my Self.

                Have me judged by the law in the oldfashioned way!

                For a certain time place me with Him of the Hoof;

                say a hundred years, come the worst to the worst;

                that, now, is a thing that one surely can bear;

                for they say the torment is only moral,

                so it can't after all be so pyramidal.

                It is, as 'tis written, a mere transition;

                and as the fox said: One waits; there comes

                an hour of deliverance; one lives in seclusion,

                and hopes in the meantime for happier days.

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like a mote, in the carcass of some outsider,

                this castingladle business, this Gyntcessation,

                it stirs up my innermost soul in revolt!

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                Bless me, my dear Peer, there is surely no need

                to get so wrought up about trifles like this.

                Yourself you never have been at all;

                then what does it matter, your dying right out?

PEER

                Have I not been? I could almost laugh!

                Peer Gynt, then, has been something else, I suppose!

                No, Buttonmoulder, you judge in the dark.

                If you could but look into my very reins,

                you'd find only Peer there, and Peer all through,

                nothing else in the world, no, nor anything more.

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                It's impossible. Here I have got my orders.

                Look, here it is written: Peer Gynt shalt thou summon.

                He has set at defiance his life's design;

                clap him into the ladle with other spoilt goods.

PEER

                What nonsense! They must mean some other person.

                Is it really Peer? It's not Rasmus, or Jon?

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                It is many a day since I melted them.

                So come quietly now, and don't waste my time.

PEER

                I'll be damned if I do! Ay, 'twould be a fine thing

                if it turned out tomorrow some one else was meant.

                You'd better take care what you're at, my good man!

                think of the onus you're taking upon you

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                I have it in writing

PEER

                At least give me time!

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                What good would that do you?

PEER

                I'll use it to prove

                that I've been myself all the days of my life;

                and that's the question that's in dispute.

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                You'll prove it? And how?

PEER

                Why, by vouchers and witnesses.

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                I'm sadly afraid Master will not accept them.

PEER

                Impossible! However, enough for the day!

                My dear man, allow me a loan of myself;

                I'll be back again shortly. One is born only once,


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and one's self, as created, one fain would stick to.

                Come, are we agreed?

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                Very well then, so be it.

                But remember, we meet at the next crossroads.

[PEER GYNT runs off.]

SCENE EIGHTH

[A further point on the heath.]

PEER [running hard].

                Time is money, as the scripture says.

                If I only knew where the crossroads are;

                they may be near and they may be far.

                The earth burns beneath me like redhot iron.

                A witness! A witness! Oh, where shall I find one?

                It's almost unthinkable here in the forest.

                The world is a bungle! A wretched arrangement,

                when a man must prove a right that's as patent as day!

[AN OLD MAN, bent with age, with a staff in his hand and a bag on

   his back, is trudging in front of him.]

THE OLD MAN [stops].

                Dear, kind sira trifle to a houseless soul!

PEER

                Excuse me; I've got no small change in my pocket

THE OLD MAN

                Prince Peer! Oh, to think we should meet again!

PEER

                Who are you?

THE OLD MAN

                You forget the Old Man in the Ronde?

PEER

                Why, you're never?

THE OLD MAN

                The King of the Dovre, my boy!

PEER

                The DovreKing? Really? The Dovreking? Speak!

THE OLD MAN

                Oh, I've come terribly down in the world!

PEER

                Ruined?

THE OLD MAN

                Ay, plundered of every stiver.

                Here am I tramping it, starved as a wolf.

PEER

                Hurrah! Such a witness doesn't grow on the trees!

THE OLD MAN

                My Lord Prince, too, has grizzled a bit since we met.

PEER

                My dear fatherinlaw, the years gnaw and wear one.

                Well well, a truce to all private affairs,

                and pray, above all things, no family jars.

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THE OLD MAN

                Oh yes; oh yes;

                His Highness was young; and what won't one do then?

                But his Highness was wise in rejecting his bride;

                he saved himself thereby both worry and shame;

                for since then she's utterly gone to the bad

PEER

                Indeed!

THE OLD MAN

                She has led a deplorable life;

                and, just think,she and Trond are now living together.

PEER

                Which Trond?

THE OLD MAN

                Of the Valfjeld.

PEER

                It's he? Aha;

                it was he I cut out with the saetergirls.

THE OLD MAN

                But my grandson has flourishedgrown both stout and great,

                and has strapping children all over the country

PEER

                Now, my dear man, spare us this flow of words;

                I've something quite different troubling my mind.

                I've got into rather a ticklish position,

                and am greatly in need of a witness or voucher;

                that's how you could help me best, fatherinlaw,

                and I'll find you a trifle to drink my health with.

THE OLD MAN

                You don't say so; can I be of use to his Highness?

                You'll give me a character, then, in return?

PEER

                Most gladly. I'm somewhat hard pressed for cash,

                and must cut down expenses in every direction.

                Now hear what's the matter. No doubt you remember

                that night when I came to the Ronde awooing

THE OLD MAN

                Why, of course, my Lord Prince!

PEER

                Oh, no more of the Prince!

                But no matter. You wanted, by sheer brute force,

                to bias my sight, with a slit in the lens,

                and to change me about from Peer Gynt to a troll.

                What did I do then? I stood out against it,

                swore I would stand on no feet but my own;

                love, power, and glory at once I renounced,

                and all for the sake of remaining myself.

                Now this fact, you see, you must swear to in Court

THE OLD MAN

                No, I'm blest if I can.

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Why, what nonsense is this?

THE OLD MAN

                You surely don't want to compel me to lie?

                You pulled on the trollbreeches, don't you remember,

                and tasted the mead

PEER

                Ay, you lured me seductively;

                but I flatly declined the decisive test,

                and that is the thing you must judge your man by.

                It's the end of the ditty that all depends on.

THE OLD MAN

                But it ended, Peer, just in the opposite way.

PEER

                What rubbish is this?

THE OLD MAN

                When you left the Ronde,

                you inscribed my motto upon your 'scutcheon.

PEER

                What motto?

THE OLD MAN

                The potent and sundering word.

PEER

                The word?

THE OLD MAN

                That which severs the whole race of men

                from the trollfolk.Troll! To thyself be enough!

PEER [falls back a step].

                Enough!

THE OLD MAN

                And with every nerve in your body,

                you've being living up to it ever since.

PEER

                What, I? Peer Gynt?

THE OLD MAN [weeps].

                It's ungrateful of you!

                You've lived as a troll, but have still kept it secret.

                The word I taught you has shown you the way

                to swing yourself up as a man of substance;

                and now you must needs come and turn up your nose

                at me and the word you've to thank for it all.

PEER

                Enough! A hilltroll! An egoist!

                This must be all rubbish; that's perfectly certain!

THE OLD MAN [pulls out a bundle of old newspapers].

                I daresay you think that we've no newspapers?

                Wait; here I'll show you in red and black,

                how the Bloksberg Post eulogises you;

                and the Heklefield Journal has done the same

                ever since the winter you left the country.

                Do you care to read them? You're welcome, Peer.

                Here's an article, look you, signed "Stallionhoof."


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And here too is one: "On TrollNationalism."

                The writer points out and lays stress on the truth

                that horns and a tail are of little importance,

                so long as one has but a strip of the hide.

                "Our enough," he concludes, "gives the hallmark of trolldom

                to man,"and proceeds to cite you as an instance.

PEER

                A hilltroll? I?

THE OLD MAN

                Yes, that's perfectly clear.

PEER

                Might as well have stayed quietly where I was?

                Might have stopped in the Ronde in comfort and peace?

                Saved my trouble and toil and no end of shoeleather?

                Peer Gynta troll? Why it's rubbish! It's stuff!

                Goodbye! There's a halfpenny to buy you tobacco.

THE OLD MAN

                Nay, my good Prince Peer!

PEER

                Let me go! You're mad,

                or else doting. Off to the hospital with you!

THE OLD MAN

                Oh, that is exactly what I'm in search of.

                But, as I told you, my grandson's offspring

                have become overwhelmingly strong in the land,

                and they say that I only exist in books.

                The saw says: One's kin are unkindest of all;

                I've found to my cost that that saying is true.

                It's cruel to count as mere figment and fable

PEER

                My dear man, there are others who share the same fate.

THE OLD MAN

                And ourselves we've no Mutual Aid Society,

                no almsbox or Penny Savings Bank;

                in the Ronde, of course, they'd be out of place.

PEER

                No, that cursed: To thyself be enough was the word there!

THE OLD MAN

                Oh, come now, the Prince can't complain of the word.

                And if he could manage by hook or by crook

PEER

                My man, you have got on the wrong scent entirely;

                I'm myself, as the saying goes, fairly cleaned out

THE OLD MAN

                You surely can't mean it? His Highness a beggar?

PEER

                Completely. His Highness's ego's in pawn.

                And it's all your fault, you accursed trolls!

                That's what comes of keeping bad company.

THE OLD MAN

                So there came my hope toppling down from its perch again!


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Goodbye! I had best struggle on to the town

PEER

                What would you do there?

THE OLD MAN

                I will go to the theatre.

                The papers are clamouring for national talents

PEER

                Good luck on your journey; and greet them from me.

                If I can but get free, I will go the same way.

                A farce I will write them, a mad and profound one;

                its name shall be: "Sic transit gloria mundi."

[He runs off along the road; the OLD MAN shouts after him.]

SCENE NINTH

[At a crossroad.]

PEER GYNT

                Now comes the pinch, Peer, as never before!

                This Dovrish Enough has passed judgment upon you.

                The vessel's a wreck; one must float with the spars.

                All else; only not to the spoiltgoods heap!

THE BUTTONMOULDER [at the crossroad].

                Well now, Peer Gynt, have you found your voucher?

PEER

                Have we reached the crossroad? Well, that's short work!

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                I can see on your face, as it were on a signboard,

                the gist of the paper before I've read it.

PEER

                I got tired of the hunt;One might lose one's way

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                Yes; and what does it lead to, after all?

PEER

                True enough; in the wood, and by night as well

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                There's an old man, though, trudging. Shall we call him here?

PEER

                No let him go. He is drunk, my dear fellow!

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                But perhaps he might

PEER

                Hush; nolet him be!

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                Well, shall we turn to then?

PEER

                One question only:

                What is it, at bottom, this "being oneself"?

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                A singular question, most odd in the mouth

                of a man who just now

PEER

                Come, a straightforward answer.

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To be oneself is: to slay oneself.

                But on you that answer is doubtless lost;

                and therefore we'll say: to stand forth everywhere

                with Master's intention displayed like a signboard.

PEER

                But suppose a man never has come to know

                what Master meant with him?

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                He must divine it.

PEER

                But how oft are divinings beside the mark,

                then one's carried ad undas in middle career.

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                That is certain, Peer Gynt; in default of divining

                the clovenhoofed gentleman finds his best hook.

PEER

                This matter's excessively complicated.

                See here! I no longer plead being myself;

                it might not be easy to get it proven.

                That part of my case I must look on as lost.

                But just now, as I wandered alone o'er the heath,

                I felt my conscienceshoe pinching me;

                I said to myself: After all, you're a sinner

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                You seem bent on beginning all over again

PEER

                No, very far from it; a great one I mean;

                not only in deeds, but in words and desires.

                I've lived a most damnable life abroad

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                Perhaps; I must ask you to show me the schedule!

PEER

                Well well, give me time; I will find out a parson,

                confess with all speed, and then bring you his voucher.

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                Ay, if you can bring me that, then it is clear

                you escape this business of the castingladle.

                But Peer, I'd my orders

PEER

                The paper is old;

                it dates no doubt from a long past period;

                at one time I lived with disgusting slackness,

                went playing the prophet, and trusted in Fate.

                Well, may I try?

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                But!

PEER

                My dear fellow,

                I'm sure you can't have so much to do.

                Here, in this district, the air is so bracing,

                it adds an ell to the people's ages.


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Recollect what the Justedal parson wrote:

                "It's seldom that any one dies in this valley."

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                To the next crossroads then; but not a step further.

PEER

                A priest I must catch, if it be with the tongs.

[He starts running.]

SCENE TENTH

[A heatherclad hillside with a path following the windings of the

   ridge.]

PEER

                This may come in useful in many ways,

                said Esben as he picked up a magpie's wing.

                Who could have thought one's account of sins

                would come to one's aid on the last night of all?

                Well, whether or no, it's a ticklish business;

                a move from the fryingpan into the fire;

                but then there's a proverb of welltried validity

                which says that as long as there's life, there's hope.

[A LEAN PERSON, in a priest's cassock, kiltedup high, and with a

   birding net over his shoulder, comes hurrying along the ridge.]

PEER

                Who goes there? A priest with a fowlingnet!

                Hei, hop! I'm the spoilt child of fortune indeed!

                Good evening, Herr Pastor! the path is bad

THE LEAN ONE

                Ah yes; but what wouldn't one do for a soul?

PEER

                Aha! then there's some one bound heavenwards?

THE LEAN ONE

                No;

                I hope he is taking a different road.

PEER

                May I walk with Herr Pastor a bit of the way?

THE LEAN ONE

                With pleasure; I'm partial to company.

PEER

                I should like to consult you

THE LEAN ONE

                Heraus! Go ahead!

PEER

                You see here before you a good sort of man.

                The laws of the state I have strictly observed,

                have made no acquaintance with fetters or bolts;

                but it happens at times that one misses one's footing

                and stumbles

THE LEAN ONE

                Ah yes; that occurs to the best of us.

PEER

                Now these trifles you see

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Only trifles?

PEER

                Yes;

                from sinning en gros I have ever refrained.

THE LEAN ONE

                Oh then, my dear fellow, pray leave me in peace;

                I'm not the person you seem to think me.

                You look at my fingers? What see you in them?

PEER

                A nailsystem somewhat extremely developed.

THE LEAN ONE

                And now? You are casting a glance at my feet?

PEER [pointing].

                That's a natural hoof?

THE LEAN ONE

                So I flatter myself.

PEER [raises his hat].

                I'd have taken my oath you were simply a parson;

                and I find I've the honour. Well, best is best;

                when the hall door stands wide,shun the kitchen way;

                when the king's to be met with,avoid the lackey.

THE LEAN ONE

                Your hand! You appear to be free from prejudice.

                Say on then, my  friend; in what way can I serve you?

                Now you mustn't ask me for wealth or power;

                I couldn't supply them although I should hang for it.

                You can't think how slack the whole business is;

                transactions have dwindled most pitiably.

                Nothing doing in souls; only now and again

                a stray one

PEER

                The race has improved so remarkably?

THE LEAN ONE

                No, just the reverse; it's sunk shamefully low;

                the majority end in a castingladle.

PEER

                Ah yesI have heard that ladle mentioned;

                in fact, 'twas the cause of my coming to you.

THE LEAN ONE

                Speak out!

PEER

                If it were not too much to ask,

                I should like

THE LEAN ONE

                A harbour of refuge? eh?

PEER

                You've guessed my petition before I have asked.

                You tell me the business is going awry;

                so I daresay you will not be overparticular.

THE LEAN ONE

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PEER

                My demands are in no way excessive.

                I shouldn't insist on a salary;

                but treatment as friendly as things will permit.

THE LEAN ONE

                A fire in your room?

PEER

                Not too much fire;and chiefly

                the power of departing in safety and peace,

                the right, as the phrase goes, of freely withdrawing

                should an opening offer for happier days.

THE LEAN ONE

                My dear friend, I vow I'm sincerely distressed;

                but you cannot imagine how many petitions

                of similar purport good people send in

                when they're quitting the scene of their earthly activity.

PEER

                But now that I think of my past career,

                I feel I've an absolute claim to admission

THE LEAN ONE

                'Twas but trifles, you said

PEER

                In a certain sense;

                but, now I remember, I've trafficked in slaves

THE LEAN ONE

                There are men that have trafficked in wills and souls,

                but who bungled it so that they failed to get in.

PEER

                I've shipped Bramahfigures in plenty to China.

THE LEAN ONE

                Mere fustian again! Why, we laugh at such things.

                There are people that ship off far gruesomer figures

                in sermons, in art, and in literature

                yet have to stay out in the cold

PEER

                Ah, but then,

                do you knowI once went and set up as prophet!

THE LEAN ONE

                In foreign parts? Humbug! Why, most people's sehen

                ins Blaue ends in the castingladle.

                If you've no more than that to rely upon,

                with the best of goodwill, I can't possibly house you.

PEER

                But hear this: In a shipwreckI clung to a boat's keel,

                and it's written: A drowning man grasps at a straw,

                furthermore it is written: You're nearest yourself,

                so I halfway divested a cook of his life.

THE LEAN ONE

                It were all one to me if a kitchenmaid

                you had halfway divested of something else.

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saving your presence? Who, think you, would care

                to throw away dearlybought fuel in times

                like these on such spiritless rubbish as this?

                There now, don't be enraged; 'twas your sins that scoffed at;

                and excuse my speaking my mind so bluntly.

                Come, my dearest friend, banish this stuff from your head,

                and get used to the thought of the castingladle.

                What would you gain if I lodged you and boarded you?

                Consider; I know you're a sensible man.

                Well, you'd keep your memory; that's so far true;

                but the retrospect o'er recollection's domain

                would be, both for heart and for intellect,

                what the Swedes call "Mighty poor sport" indeed.

                You have nothing either to howl or to smile about,

                no cause for rejoicing nor yet for despair,

                nothing to make you feel hot or cold;

                only a sort of a something to fret over.

PEER

                It is written: It's never so easy to know

                where the shoe is tight that one isn't wearing.

THE LEAN ONE

                Very true; I havepraise be to soandso!

                no occasion for more than a single odd shoe.

                But it's lucky we happened to speak of shoes;

                it reminds me that I must be hurrying on;

                I'm after a roast that I hope will prove fat;

                so I really mustn't stand gossiping here.

PEER

                And may one inquire, then, what sort of sindiet

                the man has been fattened on?

THE LEAN ONE

                I understand

                he has been himself both by night and by day,

                and that, after all, is the principal point.

PEER

                Himself? Then do such folks belong to your parish?

THE LEAN ONE

                That depends; the door, at least, stands ajar for them.

                Remember, in two ways a man can be

                himselfthere's a right and wrong side to the jacket.

                You know they have lately discovered in Paris

                a way to take portraits by help of the sun.

                One can either produce a straightforward picture,

                or else what is known as a negative one.

                In the latter the lights and the shades are reversed,

                and they're apt to seem ugly to commonplace eyes;

                but for all that the likeness is latent in them,

                and all you require is to bring it out.

                If, then, a soul shall have pictured itself

                in the course of its life by the negative method,


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the plate is not therefore entirely cashiered,

                but without more ado they consign it to me.

                I take it in hand, then, for further treatment,

                and by suitable methods effect its development.

                I steam it, I dip it, I burn it, I scour it,

                with sulphur and other ingredients like that,

                till the image appears which the plate was designed for,

                that, namely, which people call positive.

                But if one, like you, has smudged himself out,

                neither sulphur nor potash avails in the least.

PEER

                I see; one must come to you black as a raven

                to turn out a white ptarmigan? Pray what's the name

                inscribed 'neath the negative counterfeit

                that you're now to transfer to the positive side?

THE LEAN ONE

                The name's Peter Gynt.

PEER

                Peter Gynt! Indeed?

                Is Herr Gynt himself?

THE LEAN ONE

                Yes, he vows he is.

PEER

                Well, he's one to be trusted, that same Herr Peter.

THE LEAN ONE

                You know him, perhaps?

PEER

                Oh yes, after a fashion;

                one knows all sorts of people.

THE LEAN ONE

                I'm pressed for time;

                where saw you him last?

PEER

                It was down at the Cape.

THE LEAN ONE

                Di Buona Speranza?

PEER

                Just so; but he sails

                very shortly again, if I'm not mistaken.

THE LEAN ONE

                I must hurry off then without delay.

                I only hope I may catch him in time!

                That Cape of Good HopeI could never abide it;

                it's ruined by missionaries from Stavanger.

[He rushes off southwards.]

PEER

                The stupid hound! There he takes to his heels

                with his tongue lolling out. He'll be finely sold.

                It delights me to humbug an ass like that.

                He to give himself airs, and to lord it forsooth!

                He's a mighty lot, truly, to swagger about!


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He'll scarcely grow fat at his present trade;

                he'll soon drop from his perch with his whole apparatus.

                Hm, I'm not oversafe in the saddle either;

[A shooting star is seen; he nods after it.]

                I'm expelled, one may say, from selfowning nobility.

                Bear all hail from Peer Gynt, Brother StarryFlash!

                To flash forth, to go out, and be naught at a gulp

[Pulls himself together as though in terror, and goes deeper in

   among the mists; stillness for awhile; then he cries:]

                Is there no one, no one in all the turmoil,

                in the void no one, no one in heaven!

[He comes forward again further down, throws his hat upon the

ground, and tears at his hair. By degrees a stillness comes over him.]

                So unspeakably poor, then, a soul can go

                back to nothingness, into the grey of the mist.

                Thou beautiful earth, be not angry with me

                that I trampled thy grasses to no avail.

                Thou beautiful sun, thou hast squandered away

                thy glory of light in an empty hut.

                There was no one within it to hearten and warm;

                the owner, they tell me, was never at home.

                Beautiful sun and beautiful earth,

                you were foolish to bear and give light to my mother.

                The spirit is niggard and nature lavish;

                and dearly one pays for one's birth with one's life.

                I will clamber up high, to the dizziest peak;

                I will look once more on the rising sun,

                gaze till I'm tired o'er the promised land;

                then try to get snowdrifts piled up over me.

                They can write above them: "Here No One lies buried;"

                and afterwards,then! Let things go as they can.

CHURCHGOERS [singing on the forest path].

                Oh, morning thrice blessed,

                when the tongues of God's kingdom

                struck the earth like to flaming steel!

                from the earth to His dwelling

                now the heirs' song ascendeth

                in the tongue of the kingdom of God.

PEER [crouches as in terror].

                Never look there! there all's desert and waste.

                I fear I was dead long before I died.

[Tries to slink in among the bushes, but comes upon the

   crossroads.]

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                Good morning, Peer Gynt! Where's the list of your sins?

PEER

                Do you think that I haven't been whistling and shouting

                as hard as I could?

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                And met no one at all?

PEER


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Not a soul but a tramping photographer.

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                Well, the respite is over.

PEER

                Ay, everything's over.

                The owl smells the daylight. just list to the hooting!

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                It's the matinbell ringing

PEER [pointing].

                What's that shining yonder?

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                Only light from a hut.

PEER

                And that wailing sound?

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                But a woman singing.

PEER

                Ay, therethere I'll find

                the list of my sins

THE BUTTONMOULDER [seizing him].

                Set your house in order!

[They have come out of the underwood, and are standing near the hut.

   Day is dawning.]

PEER

                Set my house in order? It's there! Away!

                Get you gone! Though your ladle were huge as a coffin,

                it were too small, I tell you, for me and my sins!

THE BUTTONMOULDER

                Well, to the third crossroad, Peer; but then!

[Turns aside and goes.]

PEER [approaches the hut].

                Forward and back, and it's just as far.

                Out and in, and it's just as strait.

[Stops.]

                No!like a wild, an unending lament,

                is the thought: to come back, to go in, to go home.

[Takes a few steps on, but stops again.]

                Roundabout, said the Boyg!

[Hears singing in the hut.]

                Ah, no; this time at least

                right through, though the path may be never so strait!

[He runs towards the hut; at the same moment SOLVEIG appears in

   the doorway, dressed for church, with psalmbook wrapped in a

   kerchief, and a staff in her hand. She stands there erect and mild.]

PEER [flings himself down on the threshold].

                Hast thou doom for a sinner, then speak it forth!

SOLVEIG

                He is here! He is here! Oh, to God be the praise!

[Stretches out her arms as though groping for him.]

PEER

                Cry out all my sins and my trespasses!


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SOLVEIG

                In nought hast thou sinned, oh my own only boy.

[Gropes for him again, and finds him.]

THE BUTTONMOULDER [behind the house].

                The sinlist, Peer Gynt?

PEER

                Cry aloud my crime!

SOLVEIG [sits down beside him].

                Thou hast made all my life as a beautiful song.

                Blessed be thou that at last thou hast come!

                Blessed, thrice blessed our Whitsunmorn meeting!

PEER

                Then I am lost!

SOLVEIG

                There is one that rules all things.

PEER [laughs].

                Lost! Unless thou canst answer riddles.

SOLVEIG

                Tell me them.

PEER

                Tell them! Come on! To be sure!

                Canst thou tell where Peer Gynt has been since we parted?

SOLVEIG

                Been?

PEER

                With his destiny's seal on his brow;

                been, as in God's thought he first sprang forth!

                Canst thou tell me? If not, I must get me home,

                go down to the mistshrouded regions.

SOLVEIG [smiling].

                Oh, that riddle is easy.

PEER

                Then tell what thou knowest!

                Where was I, as myself, as the whole man, the true man?

                where was I, with God's sigil upon my brow?

SOLVEIG

                In my faith, in my hope, and in my love.

PEER [starts back].

                What sayest thou? Peace! These are juggling words.

                Thou art mother thyself to the man that's there.

SOLVEIG

                Ay, that I am; but who is his father?

                Surely he that forgives at the mother's prayer.

PEER [a light shines in his face; he cries:]

                My mother; my wife; oh, thou innocent woman!

                in thy loveoh, there hide me, hide me!

[Clings to her and hides his face in her lap. A long silence. The

   sun rises.]

SOLVEIG [sings softly].

                Sleep thou, dearest boy of mine!

                I will cradle thee, I will watch thee


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The boy has been sitting on his mother's lap.

                They two have been playing all the lifeday long.

                The boy has been resting at his mother's breast

                all the lifeday long. God's blessing on my joy!

                The boy has been lying close in to my heart

                all the lifeday long. He is weary now.

                Sleep thou, dearest boy of mine!

                I will cradle thee, I will watch thee.

THE BUTTONMOULDER'S VOICE [behind the house].

                We'll meet at the last crossroad again, Peer;

                and then we'll see whether; I say no more.

SOLVEIG [sings louder in the full daylight].

                I will cradle thee, I will watch thee;

                Sleep and dream thou, dear my boy!


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