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 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,
 * 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 recht


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 s 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,
 * 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 mic

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 e.
 * 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 leave-I must go-

BEGRIFFENFELDT [holding him].
 * Are you crazy?


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 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 to-day.
 * [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
 * 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 sand-box, and I am a pen.


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 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 silver-clasped 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 fall-and 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 self-made things,
 * was reckoned by the Lord to be so excellently good.


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 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 postscript-remember it, pray:
 * He lived and he died as a fate-guided 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 hill-troll-; but help;-there was something that burst-!
 * [Shrieks.]
 * I cannot just hit on thy name at the moment;-
 * oh, come to my aid, thou-all madmen's protector!
 * [Sinks down insensible.]

BEGRIFFENFELD


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 T [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 Self-hood's Kaiser!

SCHAFMANN [in the cage].
 * Es lebe hoch der grosse Peer!

ACT FIFTH
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 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 sailor-fashion, with a pea-jacket and long boots. His clothing is rather the worse for wear; he himself is weather-beaten, 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 ice-mantle 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!


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 PEER
 * It's blowing up stiff-

THE CAPTAIN
 * -for a gale to-night.

PEER
 * Can one see the Ronde Hills from the sea?

THE CAPTAIN
 * No, how should you? They lie at the back of the snow-fields.

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].
 * 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,-
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 here 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 day-break?

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.
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 :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-
 * 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 CAPTA


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 * 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 CAPTA


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 * 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!
 * 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;-


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 :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 cross-sea, as wry and wrong-headed as ever-
 * [Listens.]
 * Why, what can those screams be?

THE LOOK-OUT [forward].
 * A wreck a-lee!

THE CAPTAIN [on the main deck, shouts].
 * Helm hard a-starboard! Bring her up to the wind!

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 Are there men on the wreck? THE LOOK-OUT
 * 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.-
 * Cook, will you risk it? Quick! I will pay-

THE COOK
 * No, not if you offered me twenty pounds-sterling-

PEER
 * You hounds! You chicken-hearts! Can you forget
 * these are men that have goodwives and children at home?
 * There they're sitting and waiting-

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 * 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 new-baked 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 to-night'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?
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 n.
 * 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 riff-raff.
 * 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 slaughtering-time.-
 * 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;-
 * they shall beg and beseech-that 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!


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 PEER
 * Good evening! What-? Who are you?

THE PASSENGER
 * Your fellow-passenger, 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 to-night,
 * I should see you-

THE PASSENGER
 * I never come out in the day-time.

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

THE PASSENGER
 * No, thank you-my 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!


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 just think of the wrecks that to-night 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,
 * and sink in the darkness-

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 PASSENG


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 * It's just a hypothesis.
 * But when one is placed with one foot in the grave,
 * one grows soft-hearted and open-handed-

PEER [puts his hand in his pocket].
 * Ho, money!

THE PASSENGER
 * No, no; but perhaps you would kindly
 * make me a gift of your much-esteemed 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 sir-the 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 sir-a drowned corpse-!

PEER
 * Blasphemer! You're goading the rage of the storm!
 * I call it too bad! Here it's raining and blowing


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 ,
 * 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?

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 LOOK-OUT [shouts].
 * Land close ahead!

PEER
 * Where's my box? Where's my trunk?
 * All the baggage on deck!

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 * 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 jolly-boat, 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 Lord-as saith the text!
 * [Clutches hold of the boat's keel.]

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 omes up on the other side].
 * Oh, Lord God-for 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!

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 sir-spare!
 * Think of my little ones at home!


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 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-


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 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!
 * 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 PASSENG


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the purposes of the Immigration Ordinance, 1959, or any immigration law repealed by this Act;

 * (d) for any adaptations necessary for the purposes of section 15 of any subsidiary legislation continued in force by that section, (including adaptations necessary to secure that things done thereunder shall be recognised or have effect throughout the Federation);

 * (e) generally for facilitating the bringing into force of this Act and for securing the continuity thereof with the immigration laws in force immediately before Malaysia Day.

 * (2) This section shall have effect from the passing of this Act so as to authorise the making of orders to take effect on or after Malaysia Day, and no order shall be made under this section after that day.

 * (3) No order under this section shall make any adaptation in the subsidiary legislation to be continued in force in a Borneo State, except with the concurrence of the Governor of the Colony.

1. The following provisions shall be omitted:—

 * (a) in section 2 the definition of "citizen of Singapore", and in the definition of "entry" the words "for some place outside Malaya"; and

 * (b) in sections 5, 6 and 7 the words "from any place outside Malaya " in sub-section (1); and

 * (c) in section 6, sub-section (2) and, in sub-section (3), the words "or (2)"; and

 * (d) in section 7, paragraph (b) of sub-section (1) and sub-section (2); and

 * (e) in section 8, in subsection (1), the words from "or a citizen" in paragraph (a) to the end of paragraph (b) and, in sub-section (2), the words "from any place outside Malaya or from Singapore " in paragraph (a) and the words "from any place outside Malaya" in paragraph (b), and in sub-section (6) the words from "or of" to "Singapore"; and

 * (f) in section 11, paragraph (b) of sub-section (1); and

 * (g) in section 15, sub-section (3) and, in sub-section (4), the words "of subsection (1), (2) or (3)"; and

 * (h) in section 16, sub-section (2) from the word " or " onwards; and

 * (i) in section 18, in sub-section (1), the words "from any place outside Malaya "; and

 * (j) in section 25, in sub-section (1), the words "for a place outside Malaya "; and

 * (k) in section 26, in sub-sections (1) and (2), the words "from a place outside Malaya " and, in sub-section (3) the words "for a place outside Malaya "; and

 * (l) in section 28, in sub-section (1), the words " from any place outside Malaya " and the words " for any place outside Malaya "; and

 * (m) in section 32, in sub-section (1), the words " or citizen of Singapore ", and sub-section (2); and

 * (n) in section 33, in sub-section (2), the words from "or of any pass " in the proviso onwards; and


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 ER
 * 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


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 [in a low voice].
 * Is it his way to light a lantern
 * for life's night-pilgrimage through fear?

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 half-year
 * 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 hearth-stone, snug and quiet?

PEER
 * Perhaps not; but your talk befooled me.
 * How could you fancy it awakening?

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 * 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 week-days 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 high-lying 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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 king 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 war-time, 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.


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 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 hail-storm, 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.
 * He reached the door; from there he took to flight;-
 * up, up he went,-through wood and over hillside,
 * up through the stone-slips, 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


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 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, better-sheltered, mountain farm-house.
 * Sheltered? From torrent-not 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 carted-cleared the ground-
 * and the next winter, ere the snow-blasts 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 hill-track 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 school-going and their father have forgotten.
 * He was short-sighted. Out beyond the circle
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 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 sessions-day 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 snow-white tent of Glittertind
 * 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.-
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 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 so-called 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.-


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 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.]

SCENE FOURTH
[A hillside seamed by the dry bed of a torrent. A ruined mill-house beside the stream. The ground is torn up, and the whole place waste. Further up the hill, a large farm-house.] [An auction is going on in front of the farm-house. There is a great gathering of people, who are drinking, with much noise. PEER GYNT iS sitting on a rubbish-heap 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 to-day.
 * Is't a christening junket or a wedding feast?

THE MAN IN MOURNING
 * I'd rather call it a house-warming treat;-
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 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 casting-ladle].
 * Just look what a rare thing I've been buying!
 * In this Peer Gynt cast his silver buttons.

ANOTHER
 * Look at mine, though! The money-bag 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.

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 * 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!

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.

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 a reindeer-skull].
 * 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 sledge-hammer, say, do you know it?
 * Was it this that you used when the devil clove the wall?

A FOURTH [empty-handed].
 * 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.]

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 :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.

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 silver-clasped 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
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 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 lock-up.

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
 * Yes-all that was strong and great
 * he made believe always that he had done it.
 * But, excuse me, friend-I have other duties-
 * [Goes.]


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 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.
 * [Bows.]
 * Good-bye,-and best thanks for to-day'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 gold-digging 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
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 t.
 * To the mountebank-meeting 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 flesh-and-blood 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 mantle-what 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 slaughter-house 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 death-shriek 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.]


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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 porch-gable.] [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,
 * 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 die-as most likely it will,-
 * I shall crawl in under a wind-fallen tree;
 * like the bear, I will heap up a leaf-mound 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.]
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 :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 jolly-boat'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 gold-digger ego;
 * the juice is all gone-if it ever had any.
 * This coarse-grained layer with the hardened skin
 * is the peltry-hunter 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 swathings-each smaller and smaller.-
 * Nature is witty!
 * [Throws the fragments away.]
 * The devil take brooding!
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 Well, I can at any rate laugh at that danger;
 * 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 reindeer-horns jutting above the gable!-
 * A mermaid, shaped like a fish from the navel!-
 * Lies! there's no mermaid! But nails-and 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.

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 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 fir-trees. A forest fire has been raging; charred tree-trunks are seen stretching for miles. White mists here and there clinging to the earth.] [PEER GYNT comes running over the heath.] PEER
 * Ashes, fog-scuds, dust wind-driven,-
 * here's enough for building with!
 * Stench and rottenness within it;
 * all a whited sepulchre.
 * Figments, dreams, and still-born 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.]
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 .-
 * Thread-balls at my feet are rolling!-
 * [Kicking at them.]
 * Off with you! You block my path!

THE THREAD-BALLS [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, crook-legged thing!

THE THREAD-BALLS
 * We should have soared up
 * like clangorous voices,-
 * and here we must trundle
 * as grey-yarn thread-balls.

PEER [stumbling].
 * Thread-clue! 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.
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 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.
 * Ice-spears, sharp-wounding,
 * we could have melted.
 * Now the barb rankles
 * in the shaggy bosom;-
 * the wound is closed over;
 * our power is ended.

PEER
 * Thanks;-I wept in Ronde-cloisters,-
 * none the less they tied the tail on!

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 * We are deeds;
 * thou shouldst have achieved us!
 * Doubt, the throttler,
 * has crippled and riven us.
 * On the Day of Judgment
 * we'll come a-flock,
 * and tell the story,-
 * then woe to you!

PEER
 * Rascal-tricks! How dare you debit
 * what is negative against me?
 * [Hastens away.]

ASE'S VOICE [far away].
 * Fie, what a post-boy!
 * 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.]


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 ===SCENE SEVENTH=== [Another part of the heath.] PEER GYNT [sings].
 * A sexton! A sexton! where are you, hounds?
 * A song from braying precentor-mouths;
 * around your hat-brim a mourning band;-
 * my dead are many; I must follow their biers!

[THE BUTTON-MOULDER, with a box of tools, and a large casting-ladle, comes from a side-path.] THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * Well met, old gaffer!

PEER
 * Good evening, friend.

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * The man's in a hurry. Why, where is he going?

PEER
 * To a grave-feast.

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * 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 BUTTON-MOULDER
 * That I call luck!
 * It's precisely Peer Gynt I am sent for to-night.


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 PEER
 * You're sent for? What do you want?

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * Why, see here;
 * I'm a button-moulder. You're to go into my ladle.

PEER
 * And what to do there?

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * To be melted up.

PEER
 * To be melted?

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * 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 BUTTON-MOULDER
 * 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 BUTTON-MOULDER
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 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 BUTTON-MOULDER
 * 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 torture-pangs,
 * and land, like others, in the casting-ladle.

PEER
 * Give it what name you please-call it ladle or pool;
 * spruce ale and swipes, they are both of them beer.
 * Avaunt from me, Satan!

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * 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!

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 e.
 * 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 so-called heroic scale,-
 * scarce middling even-

PEER
 * Ah, now you're beginning
 * to talk common sense

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * 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 BUTTON-MOULDER
 * You're nor one thing nor t'other then, only so-so.
 * 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 BUTTON-MOULDER
 * You, friend, on the other hand, took your sin lightly.

PEER
 * Only outwardly, friend, like a splash of mud.

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * Ah, we'll soon be at one now. The sulphur pool
 * is no place for you, who but plashed in the mire.


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 PEER
 * And in consequence, friend, I can go as I came?

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * 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 BUTTON-MOULDER
 * The custom's as old as the Snake's creation;
 * it's designed to prevent loss of good material.
 * You've worked at the craft-you must know that often
 * a casting turns out, to speak plainly, mere dross;
 * the buttons, for instance, have sometimes no loop to them.
 * What did you do, then?

PEER
 * Flung the rubbish away.

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * 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 well-to-do.
 * 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 waste-box you needs must go,
 * and then, as they phrase it, be merged in the mass.


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 PEER
 * You're surely not meaning to melt me up,
 * with Dick, Tom, and Harry, into something new?

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * 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 BUTTON-MOULDER
 * 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 BUTTON-MOULDER
 * 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 Sel


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 f.
 * Have me judged by the law in the old-fashioned 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.-
 * But this other notion-to have to be merged,
 * like a mote, in the carcass of some outsider,-
 * this casting-ladle business, this Gynt-cessation,-
 * it stirs up my innermost soul in revolt!

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * 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, Button-moulder, 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 BUTTON-MOULDER
 * It's impossible. Here I have got my orders.
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 n.
 * 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 BUTTON-MOULDER
 * 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 to-morrow 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 BUTTON-MOULDER
 * I have it in writing-

PEER
 * At least give me time!

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * 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 BUTTON-MOULDER
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 PEER
 * Why, by vouchers and witnesses.

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * 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,
 * and one's self, as created, one fain would stick to.
 * Come, are we agreed?

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * Very well then, so be it.
 * But remember, we meet at the next cross-roads.
 * [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 cross-roads are;-
 * they may be near and they may be far.
 * The earth burns beneath me like red-hot 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!

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 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 sir-a 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 Dovre-King? Really? The Dovre-king? 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.

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 rah! 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 father-in-law, the years gnaw and wear one.-
 * Well well, a truce to all private affairs,-
 * and pray, above all things, no family jars.
 * I was then a sad madcap-

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 saeter-girls.

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 * But my grandson has flourished-grown 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, father-in-law,
 * 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 a-wooing-

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,


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 :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.

PEER
 * Why, what nonsense is this?

THE OLD MAN
 * You surely don't want to compel me to lie?
 * You pulled on the troll-breeches, 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.


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 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 troll-folk.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 hill-troll! An egoist!
 * This must be all rubbish; that's perfectly certain!

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 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."
 * And here too is one: "On Troll-Nationalism."
 * 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 hall-mark of trolldom
 * to man,"-and proceeds to cite you as an instance.

PEER
 * A hill-troll? 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 shoe-leather?
 * Peer Gynt-a troll? Why it's rubbish! It's stuff!
 * Good-bye! There's a halfpenny to buy you tobacco.

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 * 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 alms-box 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
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 y;
 * 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!
 * Good-bye! 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.]


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SCENE NINTH
[At a cross-road.] 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 spoilt-goods heap!

THE BUTTON-MOULDER [at the cross-road].
 * Well now, Peer Gynt, have you found your voucher?

PEER
 * Have we reached the cross-road? Well, that's short work!

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * 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 BUTTON-MOULDER
 * Yes; and what does it lead to, after all?

PEER
 * True enough; in the wood, and by night as well-

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 * There's an old man, though, trudging. Shall we call him here?

PEER
 * No let him go. He is drunk, my dear fellow!

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * But perhaps he might-

PEER
 * Hush; no-let him be!

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * Well, shall we turn to then?

PEER
 * One question only:
 * What is it, at bottom, this "being oneself"?

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * A singular question, most odd in the mouth
 * of a man who just now-

PEER
 * Come, a straightforward answer.

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * 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.


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 PEER
 * But suppose a man never has come to know
 * what Master meant with him?

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * He must divine it.

PEER
 * But how oft are divinings beside the mark,-
 * then one's carried ad undas in middle career.

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * That is certain, Peer Gynt; in default of divining
 * the cloven-hoofed 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 conscience-shoe pinching me;
 * I said to myself: After all, you're a sinner-

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * 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 BUTTON-MOULDER
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 PEER
 * Well well, give me time; I will find out a parson,
 * confess with all speed, and then bring you his voucher.

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * Ay, if you can bring me that, then it is clear
 * you escape this business of the casting-ladle.
 * 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 BUTTON-MOULDER
 * 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.
 * Recollect what the Justedal parson wrote:
 * "It's seldom that any one dies in this valley."

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * To the next cross-roads then; but not a step further.

PEER
 * A priest I must catch, if it be with the tongs.
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 ===SCENE TENTH=== [A heather-clad 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 frying-pan into the fire;-
 * but then there's a proverb of well-tried validity
 * which says that as long as there's life, there's hope.

[A LEAN PERSON, in a priest's cassock, kilted-up high, and with a birding net over his shoulder, comes hurrying along the ridge.] PEER
 * Who goes there? A priest with a fowling-net!
 * 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.


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 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-

THE LEAN ONE
 * Only trifles?

PEER
 * Yes;
 * from sinning en gros I have ever refrained.

THE LEAN ONE
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 ;-
 * I'm not the person you seem to think me.-
 * You look at my fingers? What see you in them?

PEER
 * A nail-system 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
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 PEER
 * The race has improved so remarkably?

THE LEAN ONE
 * No, just the reverse; it's sunk shamefully low;-
 * the majority end in a casting-ladle.

PEER
 * Ah yes-I 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 over-particular.

THE LEAN ONE
 * But, my dear-

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?


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 * 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 Bramah-figures in plenty to China.

THE LEAN ONE
 * Mere fustian again! Why, we laugh at such thing


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 * 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 know-I once went and set up as prophet!

THE LEAN ONE
 * In foreign parts? Humbug! Why, most people's sehen
 * ins Blaue ends in the casting-ladle.
 * 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 shipwreck-I 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 half-way divested a cook of his life.

THE LEAN ONE
 * It were all one to me if a kitchen-maid
 * you had half-way divested of something else.
 * What sort of stuff is this half-way jargon,
 * saving your presence? Who, think you, would care
 * to throw away dearly-bought fuel in times
 * like these on such spiritless rubbish as this?
 * There now, don't be enraged; 'twas your sins that scoffed at;


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 :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 casting-ladle.
 * 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 have-praise be to so-and-so!-
 * 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 sin-diet
 * the man has been fattened on?

THE LEAN O


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 * 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
 * himself-there'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,
 * 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 positiv


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 * 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?


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 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 Hope-I 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!
 * He'll scarcely grow fat at his present trade;-
 * he'll soon drop from his perch with his whole apparatus.-
 * Hm, I'm not over-safe in the saddle either;
 * [A shooting star is seen; he nods after it.]
 * I'm expelled, one may say, from self-owning nobility.
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 * 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.

CHURCH-GOERS [singing on the forest path].
 * Oh, morning thrice blessed,
 * when the tongues of God's kingdom
 * struck


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 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 cross-roads.] THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * 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 BUTTON-MOULDER
 * And met no one at all?

PEER
 * Not a soul but a tramping photographer.

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * Well, the respite is over.

PEER
 * Ay, everything's over.
 * The owl smells the daylight. just list to the hooting!

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * It's the matin-bell ringing-

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 * What's that shining yonder?

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * Only light from a hut.

PEER
 * And that wailing sound-?

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * But a woman singing.

PEER
 * Ay, there-there I'll find
 * the list of my sins-

THE BUTTON-MOULDER [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 BUTTON-MOULDER
 * Well, to the third cross-road, Peer; but then-!
 * [Turns aside and goes.]

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 * 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 psalm-book 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!

SOLVEIG
 * In nought hast thou sinned, oh my own only boy.
 * [Gropes for him again, and finds him.]

THE BUTTON-MOULDER [behind the house].
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 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 Whitsun-morn 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 mist-shrouded regions.

SOLVEIG [smiling].
 * Oh, that riddle is easy.


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 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 love-oh, 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


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 thee-
 * The boy has been sitting on his mother's lap.
 * They two have been playing all the life-day long.
 * The boy has been resting at his mother's breast
 * all the life-day long. God's blessing on my joy!
 * The boy has been lying close in to my heart
 * all the life-day long. He is weary now.
 * Sleep thou, dearest boy of mine!
 * I will cradle thee, I will watch thee.

THE BUTTON-MOULDER'S VOICE [behind the house].
 * We'll meet at the last cross-road 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!

Peer Gynt


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.—Mr. W. W. Saunders stated, at a recent meeting of the Entomological Society, that for some years he had used spirits of wine in his greenhouses for cleansing plants and clearing them from insects; he mixed the rectified spirits and pure water in equal proportions, and this mixture, which was found to answer better than undiluted spirit, was applied with a brush. It was very efficacious in the destruction of the common mealy bug (especially when young) and other common pests, and he recommended it as worthy of application in the greenhouse generally.

.—"The larvæ of this insect (Vanessa Urticæ), and, I surmise, of the genus Vanessa in general, are remarkably exempt from the attacks of Ichneumons. Thus I collected (at random from various places), last July, about forty nearly adult larvæ of this insect. Every one of these became a pupa, and emerged in due time. I observe that in rearing butterfly larvæ, if from insufficient or inappropriate food they have not attained their due size when they enter the pupa state, they make their appearance thereafter with the wings perfect, but are of diminutive size. With moths, on the contrary, under the like circumstances, the wings are shrivelled and imperfect."—The Entomologist.

!—A grocer in Cathcart-street, Glasgow, being annoyed at the superabundance of the fly tribe in his shop, and being of a speculative turn of mind, invested in a halfpenny fly-paper, which he placed in the window, on a plate and a little water. After it had lain thus for a week, of the usual turn over of the window on Wednesday afternoon, an immense number of dead flies were collected from it. Astonished at the result, curiosity led the young man to put them in the scale, when he found their combined weight to be two ounces and a quarter. He thereafter tried two drams weight, and on counting them found there were 600 in it. Thus upon calculation it appeared that the two ounces and a quarter would contain 10,800 dead flies. Besides these, it is considered that nearly half as many more would be dusted out of the window during the week, making a grand total of 15,000 of the tribe slaughtered in a week by this housewife's benefactor.—Glasgow Morning Journal.

.—At the meeting of the Entomological Society, held November 7th, Mr. W. W. Saunders exhibited some galls which he had recently found on the roots of an oak tree, at a depth of four feet below the surface, and from which had since emerged a number of specimens of a Cynips (C. aptera?), the whole of which were females. Also three other kinds of gall, which he had found in Switzerland, two of them upon species of willow, and the third formed on the leaves of the beech. Mr. Stainton also exhibited a gall of a woolly texture, found on an oak near Bath.

.—The rot in sheep is but too well known as one of the most destructive pests connected with what may be termed the animal economy of agriculture. Its ravages have been in some seasons so extensive as to produce a scarcity in the kind of stock which constitutes the most general and wholesome kind of our ordinary animal food, as well as a very important medium in carrying out the necessary rotation of crops. A writer in the Edinburgh Veterinary Review, quotes by Dr. Cobbold, says, that "in the season of 1830-31, the estimated deaths of sheep from rot was between 1,000,000 and 2,000,000. Supposing," proceeds our author, "the number to have been 1,500,000, this would represent a sum of something like £4,000,000 sterling As instances of its disastrous effects upon the revenues of agriculturists, we may cite the statements of Duvaine, and also individual cases recorded by Simonds. 'In the neighbourhood of Arles alone, during the year 1812, no less than 300,000 sheep perished, and at Nîmes and Montpelier 90,000. In the inner departments, during the epidemic of the years 1853-54, many cattle-breeders lost a fourth, a third, or even three-fourths of their flocks.'  On the estate of Mr. Cramp, of the Isle of Thanet, the rot epidemic of 1834 swept away £3,000 worth of his sheep in less than three months, compelling him to give up his farm. Scores of cases are on record where our English farmers have lost three, four, five, six, seven, and even eight hundred sheep in a single season, and many agriculturists have thus become completely ruined." It is superfluous to inform our readers that all this wholesale and ruinous mischief is the effect of the existence of the "liver-fluke" (Fasciola hepatica) in the liver of the animal. The number of flukes inhabiting a single sheep's liver is sometimes very considerable. "Bidloo obtained 800, Leuwenhoeck about 900, and Duprey upwards of 1,000 specimens. The bile contained in the liver-ducts is loaded with flukes' eggs. In some cases there cannot be less than tens, or even hundreds, of thousands."—Athenæum, on Dr. Cobbold's Entozoa.

—"In the vast multitude of butterflies, the greatest part of which are foreign and extra-European, and to whose food and manner of life we are utter strangers, it was impossible to give significant trivial names. Linnæus, therefore, by way of simile, has taken the names of the Equites from the Trojan history. They


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 evidence. My notion is that he and those two men—Gaukrodger and Marshall, his manager and cashier—had signed it not long before the accident, and that Mallathorpe had popped it into the pocket of that book before going out into the yard. Eh? But see if you can get Mr. Eldrick down here, and we'll read it together. And I say—this office seems uncommonly stuffy—can you open the window a bit or something?—I feel oppressed, like."

Pratt opened a window which looked out on the street. He glanced at the old man for a moment and saw that his face, always pallid, was even paler than usual.

"You've been talking too much," he said. "Rest yourself, Mr. Bartle, while I ring up Mr. Eldrick's house. If he isn't there, I'll try his club—he often turns in there for an hour before going home."

He went out by a private door to the telephone box, which stood in a lobby used by various occupants of the building. And when he had rung up Eldrick's private house and was waiting for the answer, he asked himself what this discovery would mean to the present holders of the Mallathorpe property, and his curiosity—a strongly developed quality in him—became more and more excited. If Eldrick was not at home, if he could not get in touch with him, he would persuade old Bartle to let him see his find—he would cheerfully go late to his dinner if he could only get a peep at this strangely discovered document. Romance! Why, this indeed was romance; and it might be—what else? Old Bartle had already chuckled about topsy-turvydom: did that mean that—


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 The telephone bell rang: Eldrick had not yet reached his house. Pratt got on to the club: Eldrick had not been there. He rang off, and went back to the private room.

"Can't get hold of him, Mr. Bartle," he began, as he closed the door. "He's not at home, and he's not at the club. I say!—you might as well let me have a look at"

Pratt suddenly stopped. There was a strange silence in the room: the old man's wheezy breathing was no longer heard. And the clerk moved forward quickly and looked round the high back of the easy chair

He knew at once what had happened—knew that old Bartle was dead before he laid a finger on the wasted hand which had dropped helplessly at his side. He had evidently died without a sound or a movement—died as quietly as he would have gone to sleep. Indeed, he looked as if he had just laid his old head against the padding of the chair and dropped asleep, and Pratt, who had seen death before, knew that he would never wake again. He waited a moment, listening in the silence. Once he touched the old man's hand; once, he bent nearer, still listening. And then, without hesitation, and with fingers that remained as steady as if nothing had happened, he unbuttoned Antony Bartle's coat, and drew a folded paper from the inner pocket.


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- 4 - four stages of the turbine section. Ninety-five guide vanes, from the PAA serviceable vane pool, were installed in the third stage. The first and second stage turbine inner air seals were removed, inspected, the No. 2 seal reworked, and both seals were reinstalled in the engine. The third and fourth stage inner air turbine seals were removed, reworked, and the third stage seal replaced with a new part while the fourth stage seal was replaced with a reworked part. The front compressor drive turbine rotor shaft was replaced. All recorded measurements of clearances in the reassembled engine were within the manufacturer's prescribed limits. The engine was tested in an engine test stand, inspected, and approved for installation.

Following its installation on 761PA the engine operated for slightly over 39 hours with no reported discrepancies.

The center of gravity (c.g.) limits for this flight were 16-35 percent. The takeoff c.g. was computed to 30.2 percent MAC at a weight of 266,631 pounds. According to Boeing Company computations, after engine separation the gross weight was 258,159 pounds and the c.g. was 29.3 percent MAC. Following the loss of the outer wing section the weight was 255,154 pounds and the c.g. was 28.3. landing weight was 249,538 pounds with a c.g. of 28.2 percent MAC. The weight and c.g. were within limits throughout the flight.

The aircraft had been serviced with 88,000 pounds of Jet A turbine fuel before takeoff. Approximately 82,000 pounds of fuel was aboard after landing.

1.7 Meteorological Information

The weather was clear and sunny, visibility 8 miles, temperature 77°F., and the wind from 310° at 15 knots.

1.8 Aids to Navigation

Not applicable.

1.9 Communications

Air to ground communcation [sic] was continuous although it was necessary for other aircraft to relay messages during part of the flight.

1.10 Aerodrome and Ground Facilities

Not applicable.

1.11 Flight Recorder

The flight recorder installed in this aircraft was a Lockheed model 109. The flight recorder tape was examined and read out for the entire flight, approximately 24 minutes and 30 seconds. Approximately 39 seconds after the indicated lift-off time the heading trace shows a sharp yaw, with a 1 "g" excursion of the acceleration trace. About 63 seconds after lift-off momentary excursions of the acceleration trace from 0.2 to 1.75 "g" were noted with variations of the heading, aircraft speed, and altitude trace occurring at the same time. No other significant variations occurred. There was no mechanical damage to the recorder medium.