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 you must close them carefully.
 * And then you must see to my coffin;
 * and be sure it's a fine one, dear.
 * Ah no, by-the-bye-

PEER
 * Be quiet!
 * There's time yet to think of that.

ASE
 * Ay, ay.
 * [Looks restlessly around the room.]
 * Here you see the little
 * they've left us! It's like them, just.

PEER [with a writhe].
 * Again!
 * [Harshly.]
 * Well, I know it was my fault.
 * What's the use of reminding me?

ASE
 * You! No, that accursed liquor,
 * from that all the mischief came!
 * Dear my boy, you know you'd been drinking;
 * and then no one knows what he does;
 * and besides, you'd been riding the reindeer;
 * no wonder your head was turned!

PEER
 * Ay, ay; of that yarn enough now.
 * Enough of the whole affair.
 * All that's heavy we'll let stand over
 * till after-some other day.
 * [Sits on the edge of the bed.]
 * Now, mother, we'll chat together;


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 :but only of this and that,-
 * forget what's awry and crooked,
 * and all that is sharp and sore.-
 * Why see now, the same old pussy;
 * so she is alive then, still?

ASE
 * She makes such a noise o' nights now;
 * you know what that bodes, my boy!

PEER [changing the subject].
 * What news is there here in the parish?

ASE [smiling].
 * There's somewhere about, they say,
 * a girl who would fain to the uplands-

PEER [hastily].
 * Mads Moen, is he content?

ASE
 * They say that she hears and heeds not
 * the old people's prayers and tears.
 * You ought to look in and see them;-
 * you, Peer, might perhaps bring help-

PEER
 * The smith, what's become of him now?

ASE
 * Don't talk of that filthy smith

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 * Her name I would rather tell you,
 * the name of the girl, you know-

PEER
 * No, now we will chat together,
 * but only of this and that,-
 * forget what's awry and crooked,
 * and all that is sharp and sore.
 * Are you thirsty? I'll fetch you water.
 * Can you stretch you? The bed is short.
 * Let me see;-if I don't believe, now,
 * It's the bed that I had when a boy!
 * Do you mind, dear, how oft in the evenings
 * you sat at my bedside here,
 * and spread the fur-coverlet o'er me,
 * and sang many a lilt and lay?

ASE
 * Ay, mind you? And then we played sledges
 * when your father was far abroad.
 * The coverlet served for sledge-apron,
 * and the floor for an ice-bound fiord.

PEER
 * Ah, but the best of all, though,-
 * mother, you mind that too?-
 * the best was the fleet-foot horses-

ASE
 * Ay, think you that I've forgot?-
 * It was Kari's cat that we borrowed;
 * it sat on the log-scooped chair-

PEER
 * To the castle west of the moon, and
 * the castle east of the sun,


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 :to Soria-Moria Castle
 * the road ran both high and low.
 * A stick that we found in the closet,
 * for a whip-shaft you made it serve.

ASE
 * Right proudly I perked on the box-seat-

PEER
 * Ay, ay; you threw loose the reins,
 * and kept turning round as we travelled,
 * and asked me if I was cold.
 * God bless you, ugly old mother,-
 * you were ever a kindly soul-!
 * What's hurting you now?

ASE
 * My back aches,
 * because of the hard, bare boards.

PEER
 * Stretch yourself; I'll support you.
 * There now, you're lying soft.

ASE [uneasily].
 * No, Peer, I'd be moving!

PEER
 * Moving?

ASE
 * Ay, moving; 'tis ever my wish.

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 * Oh, nonsense! Spread o'er you the bed-fu


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 r.
 * Let me sit at your bedside here.
 * There; now we'll shorten the evening
 * with many a lilt and lay.

ASE
 * Best bring from the closet the prayer-book:
 * I feel so uneasy of soul.

PEER
 * In Soria-Moria Castle
 * the King and the Prince give a feast.
 * On the sledge-cushions lie and rest you;
 * I'll drive you there over the heath-

ASE
 * But, Peer dear, am I invited?

PEER
 * Ay, that we are, both of us.

[He throws a string round the back of the chair on which the cat is lying, takes up a stick, and seats himself at the foot of the bed.]
 * Gee-up! Will you stir yourself, Black-boy?
 * Mother, you're not a-cold?
 * Ay, ay; by the pace one knows it,
 * when Grane begins to go!

ASE
 * Why, Peer, what is it that's ringing-?

PEER
 * The glittering sledge-bells, d


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 ear! ASE
 * Oh, mercy, how hollow it's rumbling!

PEER
 * We're just driving over a fiord.

ASE
 * I'm afraid! What is that I hear rushing
 * and sighing so strange and wild?

PEER
 * It's the sough of the pine-trees, mother,
 * on the heath. Do you but sit still.

ASE
 * There's a sparkling and gleaming afar now;
 * whence comes all that blaze of light?

PEER
 * From the castle's windows and doorways.
 * Don't you hear, they are dancing?

ASE
 * Yes.

PEER
 * Outside the door stands Saint Peter,
 * and prays you to enter in.

ASE
 * Does he greet us?

PEER
 * He does, with honor,
 * and pours out the sweetest wine.

ASE
 * Wine! Has he cakes as well, Peer?


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 PEER
 * Cakes? Ay, a heaped-up dish.
 * And the dean's wife is getting ready
 * your coffee and your dessert.

ASE
 * Oh, Christ; shall we two come together?

PEER
 * As freely as ever you will.

ASE
 * Oh, deary, Peer, what a frolic
 * you're driving me to, poor soul!

PEER [cracking his whip].
 * Gee-up; will you stir yourself, Black-boy!

ASE
 * Peer, dear, you're driving right?

PEER [cracking his whip again].
 * Ay, broad is the way.

ASE
 * This journey,
 * it makes me so weak and tired.

PEER
 * There's the castle rising before us;
 * the drive will be over s


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 oon. ASE
 * I will lie back and close my eyes then,
 * and trust me to you, my boy!

PEER
 * Come up with you, Grane, my trotter!
 * In the castle the throng is great;
 * they bustle and swarm to the gateway.
 * Peer Gynt and his mother are here!
 * What say you, Master Saint Peter?
 * Shall mother not enter in?
 * You may search a long time, I tell you,
 * ere you find such an honest old soul.
 * Myself I don't want to speak of;
 * I can turn at the castle gate.
 * If you'll treat me, I'll take it kindly;
 * if not, I'll go off just as pleased.
 * I have made up as many flim-flams
 * as the devil at the pulpit-desk,
 * and called my old mother a hen, too,
 * because she would cackle and crow.
 * But her you shall honour and reverence,
 * and make her at home indeed;
 * there comes not a soul to beat her
 * from the parishes nowadays.-
 * Ho-ho; here comes God the Father!
 * Saint Peter! you're in for it now!
 * [In a deep voice.]
 * "Have done with these jack-in-office airs, sir;
 * Mother Ase shall enter free!"
 * [Laughs loudly, and turns towards his mother.]
 * Ay, didn't I know what would happen?
 * Now they dance to another tune!
 * [Uneasily.]
 * Why, what makes your eyes so glass


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 y?
 * Mother! Have you gone out of your wits-?
 * [Goes to the head of the bed.]
 * You mustn't lie there and stare so-!
 * Speak, mother; it's I, your boy!

[Feels her forehead and hands cautiously; then throws the string on the chair, and says softly:]
 * Ay, ay!-You can rest yourself, Grane;
 * for even now the journey's done.
 * [Closes her eyes, and bends over her.]
 * For all of your days I thank you,
 * for beatings and lullabies!-
 * But see, you must thank me back, now-
 * [Presses his cheek against her mouth]
 * There; that was the driver's fare.

THE COTTAR'S WIFE [entering].
 * What? Peer! Ah, then we are over
 * the worst of the sorrow and need!
 * Dear Lord, but she's sleeping soundly-
 * or can she be-?

PEER
 * Hush; she is dead.

[KARI weeps beside the body; PEER GYNT walks up and down the room for some time; at last he stops beside the bed.] PEER
 * See mother buried with honour.
 * I must try to fare forth from here.

KARI
 * Are you faring afar?


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 * To seaward.

KARI
 * So far!

PEER
 * Ay, and further still.
 * [He goes.]

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 =ACT FOURTH==

SCENE FIRST
[On the south-west coast of Morocco. A palm-grove. Under an awning, on ground covered with matting, a table spread for dinner. Further back in the grove hammocks are slung. In the offing lies a steam-yacht, flying the Norwegian and American colours. A jolly-boat drawn up on the beach. It is towards sunset.] [PEER GYNT, a handsome middle-aged gentleman, in an elegant travelling-dress, with a gold-rimmed double eyeglass hanging at his waistcoat, is doing the honours at the head of the table. MR. COTTON, MONSIEUR BALLON, HERR VON EBERKOPF, and HERR TRUMPETERSTRALE, are seated at the table finishing dinner.] PEER GYNT
 * Drink, gentlemen! If man is made
 * for pleasure, let him take his fill then.
 * You know 'tis written: Lost is lost,
 * and gone is gone-. What may I hand you?

TRUMPETERSTRALE
 * As host you're princely, Brother Gynt!


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 PEER
 * I share the honour with my cash,
 * with cook and steward-

MR. COTTON
 * Very well;
 * let's pledge a toast to all the four!

MONSIEUR BALLON
 * Monsieur, you have a gout, a ton
 * that nowadays is seldom met with
 * among men living en garcon,-
 * a certain-what's the word-?

VON EBERKOPF
 * A dash,
 * a tinge of free soul-contemplation,
 * and cosmopolitanisation,
 * an outlook through the cloudy rifts
 * by narrow prejudice unhemmed,
 * a stamp of high illumination,
 * an Ur-Natur, with lore of life,
 * to crown the trilogy, united.
 * Nicht wahr, Monsieur, 'twas that you meant?

MONSIEUR BALLON
 * Yes, very possibly; not quite
 * so loftily it sounds in French.

VON EBERKOPF
 * Ei was! That language is so stiff.-


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 But the phenomenon's final cause
 * if we would seek-

PEER
 * It's found already.
 * The reason is that I'm unmarried.
 * Yes, gentlemen, completely clear
 * the matter is. What should a man be?
 * Himself, is my concise reply.
 * He should regard himself and his.
 * But can he, as a sumpter-mule
 * for others' woe and others' weal?

VON EBERKOPF
 * But this same in-and-for-yourself-ness,
 * I'll answer for't, has cost you strife-

PEER
 * Ay yes, indeed; in former days;
 * but always I came off with honour.
 * Yet one time I ran very near
 * to being trapped against my will.
 * I was a brisk and handsome lad,
 * and she to whom my heart was given,
 * she was of royal family-

MONSIEUR BALLON
 * Of royal-?

PEER [carelessly].
 * One of those old stocks,
 * you know the kind-

TRUMPETERSTRALE [thumping the table].
 * Those noble-trolls!

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 ging his shoulders].
 * Old fossil Highnesses who make it
 * their pride to keep plebeian blots
 * excluded from their line's escutcheon.

MR. COTTON
 * Then nothing came of the affair?

MONSIEUR BALLON
 * The family opposed the marriage?

PEER
 * Far from it!

MONSIEUR BALLON
 * Ah!

PEER [with forbearance].
 * You understand
 * that certain circumstances made for
 * their marrying us without delay.
 * But, truth to tell, the whole affair
 * was, first to last, distasteful to me.
 * I'm finical in certain ways,
 * and like to stand on my own feet.
 * And when my father-in-law came out
 * with delicately veiled demands
 * that I should change my name and station,
 * and undergo ennoblement,
 * with much else that was most distasteful,
 * not to say quite inacceptable,-
 * why then I gracefully withdrew,
 * point-blank declined his ultimatum-
 * and so renounced my youthful bride.

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 .]
 * Yes, yes; there is a ruling Fate!
 * On that we mortals may rely;
 * and 'tis a comfortable knowledge.

MONSIEUR BALLON
 * And so the matter ended, eh?

PEER
 * Oh no, far otherwise I found it;
 * for busy-bodies mixed themselves,
 * with furious outcries, in the business.
 * The juniors of the clan were worst;
 * with seven of them I fought a duel.
 * That time I never shall forget,
 * though I came through it all in safety.
 * It cost me blood; but that same blood
 * attests the value of my person,
 * and points encouragingly towards
 * the wise control of Fate aforesaid.

VON EBERKOPF
 * Your outlook on the course of life
 * exalts you to the rank of thinker.
 * Whilst the mere commonplace empiric
 * sees separately the scattered scenes,
 * and to the last goes groping on,
 * you in one glance can focus all things.
 * One norm to all things you apply.
 * You point each random rule of life,
 * till one and all diverge like rays
 * from one full-orbed philosophy.-
 * And you have never been to college?

PEER
 * I am, as I've already said,
 * exclusi


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 vely a self-taught man.
 * Methodically naught I've learned;
 * but I have thought and speculated,
 * and done much desultory reading.
 * I started somewhat late in life,
 * and then, you know, it's rather hard
 * to plough ahead through page on page,
 * and take in all of everything.
 * I've done my history piecemeal;
 * I never have had time for more.
 * And, as one needs in days of trial
 * some certainty to place one's trust in,
 * I took religion intermittently.
 * That way it goes more smoothly down.
 * One should not read to swallow all,
 * but rather see what one has use for.

MR. COTTON
 * Ay, that is practical!

PEER [lights a cigar].
 * Dear friends,
 * just think of my career in general.
 * In what case came I to the West?
 * A poor young fellow, empty-handed.
 * I had to battle sore for bread;
 * trust me, I often found it hard.
 * But life, my friends, ah, life is dear,
 * and, as the phrase goes, death is bitter.
 * Well! Luck, you see, was kind to me;
 * old Fate, too, was accommodating.
 * I prospered; and, by versatility,
 * I prospered better still and better.
 * In ten years' time I bore the name
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 My fame flew wide from port to port,
 * and fortune sailed on board my vessels-

MR. COTTON
 * What did you trade in?

PEER
 * I did most
 * in Negro slaves for Carolina,
 * and idol-images for China.

MONSIEUR BALLON
 * Fi donc!

TRUMPETERSTRALE
 * The devil, Uncle Gynt!

PEER
 * You think, no doubt, the business hovered
 * on the outer verge of the allowable?
 * Myself I felt the same thing keenly.
 * It struck me even as odious.
 * But, trust me, when you've once begun,
 * it's hard to break away again.
 * At any rate it's no light thing,
 * in such a vast trade-enterprise,
 * that keeps whole thousands in employ,
 * to break off wholly, once for all.
 * That "once for all" I can't abide,
 * but own, upon the other side,
 * that I have always felt respect
 * for what are known as consequences;
 * and that to overstep the bounds
 * has ever somewhat daunted me.
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 :was getting on towards the fifties;-
 * my hair was slowly growing grizzled;
 * and, though my health was excellent,
 * yet painfully the thought beset me:
 * Who knows how soon the hour may strike,
 * the jury-verdict be delivered
 * that parts the sheep and goats asunder?
 * What could I do? To stop the trade
 * with China was impossible.
 * A plan I hit on-opened straightway
 * a new trade with the self-same land.
 * I shipped off idols every spring,
 * each autumn sent forth missionaries,
 * supplying them with all they needed,
 * as stockings, Bibles, rum, and rice-

MR. COTTON
 * Yes, at a profit?

PEER
 * Why, of course.
 * It prospered. Dauntlessly they toiled.
 * For every idol that was sold
 * they got a coolie well baptised,
 * so that the effect was neutralised.
 * The mission-field lay never fallow,
 * for still the idol-propaganda
 * the missionaries held in check.

MR. COTTON
 * Well, but the African commodities?

PEER
 * There, too, my ethics won the day.
 * I saw the traffic was a wrong one
 * for people of a certain ag


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 e.
 * One may drop off before one dreams of it.
 * And then there were the thousand pitfalls
 * laid by the philanthropic camp;
 * besides, of course, the hostile cruisers,
 * and all the wind-and-weather risks.
 * All this together won the day.
 * I thought: Now, Peter, reef your sails;
 * see to it you amend your faults!
 * So in the South I bought some land,
 * and kept the last meat-importation,
 * which chanced to be a superfine one.
 * They throve so, grew so fat and sleek,
 * that 'twas a joy to me, and them too.
 * Yes, without boasting, I may say
 * I acted as a father to them,-
 * and found my profit in so doing.
 * I built them schools, too, so that virtue
 * might uniformly be maintained at
 * a certain general niveau,
 * and kept strict watch that never its
 * thermometer should sink below it.
 * Now, furthermore, from all this business
 * I've beat a definite retreat;-
 * I've sold the whole plantation, and
 * its tale of live-stock, hide and hair.
 * At parting, too, I served around,
 * to big and little, gratis grog,
 * so men and women all got drunk,
 * and widows got their snuff as well.
 * So that is why I trust,-provided
 * the saying is not idle breath:
 * Whoso does not do ill, does good,-
 * my former errors are forgotten,
 * and I, much more than most, can hold
 * my misdeeds balanced by my virtues.

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 glasses with him].
 * How strengthening it is to hear
 * a principle thus acted out,
 * freed from the night of theory,
 * unshaken by the outward ferment!

PEER [who has been drinking freely during the preceding passages]
 * We Northland men know how to carry
 * our battle through! The key to the art
 * of life's affairs is simply this:
 * to keep one's ear close shut against
 * the ingress of one dangerous viper.

MR. COTTON
 * What sort of viper, pray, dear friend?

PEER
 * A little one that slyly wiles you
 * to tempt the irretrievable.
 * [Drinking again.]
 * The essence of the art of daring,
 * the art of bravery in act,
 * is this: To stand with choice-free foot
 * amid the treacherous snares of life,-
 * to know for sure that other days
 * remain beyond the day of battle,-
 * to know that ever in the rear
 * a bridge for your retreat stands open.
 * This theory has borne me on,
 * has given my whole career its colour;
 * and this same theory I inherit,
 * a race-gift, from my childhood's home.

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 * You are Norwegian?

PEER
 * Yes, by birth;
 * but cosmopolitan in spirit.
 * For fortune such as I've enjoyed
 * I have to thank America.
 * My amply-furnished library
 * I owe to Germany's later schools.
 * From France, again, I get my waistcoats,
 * my manners, and my spice of wit,-
 * from England an industrious hand,
 * and keen sense for my own advantage.
 * The Jew has taught me how to wait.
 * Some taste for dolce far niente
 * I have received from Italy,-
 * and one time, in a perilous pass,
 * to eke the measure of my days,
 * I had recourse to Swedish steel.

TRUMPETERSTRALE [lifting up his glass].
 * Ay, Swedish steel-?

VON EBERKOPF
 * The weapon's wielder
 * demands our homage first of all!

[They clink glasses and drink with him. The wine begins to go to his head.] MR. COTTON
 * All this is very good indeed;-
 * but, sir, I'm curious to know
 * what with your gold. you think of doing.

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'''Leviticus 25:33 years. Then you are to sound the horn far and wide on the tenth day of the seventh month, the Day of Atonement. You shall sound it throughout your land.

So you are to consecrate the fiftieth year and proclaim liberty in the land for all its inhabitants. It shall be your Jubilee, when each of you is to return to his property and to his clan.

The fiftieth year will be a Jubilee for you; you are not to sow the land or reap its aftergrowth or harvest the untended vines. For it is a Jubilee; it shall be holy to you. You may eat only the crops taken directly from the field.

Return of Property

In this Year of Jubilee, each of you shall return to his own property.

If you make a sale to your neighbor or a purchase from him, you must not take advantage of each other. You are to buy from your neighbor according to the number of years since the last Jubilee; he is to sell to you according to the number of harvest years remaining. You shall increase the price in proportion to a greater number of years, or decrease it in proportion to a lesser number of years; for he is selling you a given number of harvests.

Do not take advantage of each other, but fear your God; for I am the LORD your God.

The Blessing of Obedience (Deuteronomy 28:1–14)

You are to keep My statutes and carefully observe My judgments, so that you may dwell securely in the land. Then the land will yield its fruit, so that you can eat your fill and dwell in safety in the land.

Now you may wonder, ‘What will we eat in the seventh year if we do not sow or gather our produce?’ But I will send My blessing upon you in the sixth year, so that the land will yield a crop sufficient for three years. While you are sowing in the eighth year, you will be eating from the previous harvest, until the ninth year’s harvest comes in.

The Law of Redemption

The land must not be sold permanently, because it is Mine, and you are but foreigners and residents with Me. Thus for every piece of property you possess, you must provide for the redemption of the land.

If your brother becomes impoverished and sells some of his property, his nearest of kin may come and redeem what his brother has sold. Or if a man has no one to redeem it for him, but he prospers and acquires enough to redeem his land, he shall calculate the years since its sale, repay the balance to the man to whom he sold it, and return to his property. But if he cannot obtain enough to repay him, what he sold will remain in possession of the buyer until the Year of Jubilee. In the Jubilee, however, it is to be released, so that he may return to his property.

If a man sells a house in a walled city, he retains his right of redemption until a full year after its sale; during that year it may be redeemed. If it is not redeemed by the end of a full year, then the house in the walled city is permanently transferred to its buyer and his descendants. It is not to be released in the Jubilee. But houses in villages with no walls around them are to be considered as open fields. They may be redeemed, and they shall be released in the Jubilee.

As for the cities of the Levites, the Levites always have the right to redeem their houses in the cities they possess. So whatever belongs to the Levites may be redeemed—a house sold in a city they possess—and must be released


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 * Hm; doing? Eh?

ALL FOUR [coming closer].
 * Yes, let us hear!

PEER
 * Well, first of all, I want to travel.
 * You see, that's why I shipped you four,
 * to keep me company, at Gibraltar.
 * I needed such a dancing-choir
 * of friends around my gold-calf-altar-

VON EBERKOPF
 * Most witty!

MR. COTTON
 * Well, but no one hoists
 * his sails for nothing but the sailing.
 * Beyond all doubt, you have a goal;
 * and that is-?

PEER
 * To be Emperor.

ALL FOUR
 * What?

PEER [nodding].
 * Emperor!

THE FOUR
 * Where?


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 PEER
 * O'er all the world.

MONSIEUR BALLON
 * But how, friend-?

PEER By the might of gold!
 * That plan is not at all a new one;
 * it's been the soul of my career.
 * Even as a boy, I swept in dreams
 * far o'er the ocean on a cloud.
 * I soared with train and golden scabbard,-
 * and flopped down on all-fours again.
 * But still my goal, my friends, stood fast.-
 * There is a text, or else a saying,
 * somewhere, I don't remember where,
 * that if you gained the whole wide world,
 * but lost yourself, your gain were but
 * a garland on a cloven skull.
 * That is the text-or something like it;
 * and that remark is sober truth.

VON EBERKOPF
 * But what then is the Gyntish Self?

PEER
 * The world behind my forehead's arch,
 * in force of which I'm no one else
 * than I, no more than God's the Devil.

TRUMPETERSTRALE
 * I understand now where you're aiming!

MONSIEUR BALLON
 * Thinker sublime!

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 * Exalted poet!

PEER [more and more elevated].
 * The Gyntish Self-it is the host
 * of wishes, appetites, desires,-
 * the Gyntish Self, it is the sea
 * of fancies, exigencies, claims,
 * all that, in short, makes my breast heave,
 * and whereby I, as I, exist.
 * But as our Lord requires the clay
 * to constitute him God o' the world,
 * so I, too, stand in need of gold,
 * if I as Emperor would figure.

MONSIEUR BALLON
 * You have the gold, though!

PEER
 * Not enough.
 * Ay, maybe for a nine-days' flourish,
 * as Emperor a la Lippe-Detmold.
 * But I must be myself en bloc,
 * must be the Gynt of all the planet,
 * Sir Gynt throughout, from top to toe!

MONSIEUR BALLON [enraptured].
 * Possess the earth's most exquisite beauty!

VON EBERKOPF
 * All century-old Johannisberger!


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 TRUMPETERSTRALE
 * And all the blades of Charles the Twelfth!

MR. COTTON
 * But first a profitable opening
 * for business-

PEER
 * That's already found;
 * our anchoring here supplied me with it.
 * To-night we set off northward ho!
 * The papers I received on board
 * have brought me tidings of importance-!
 * [Rises with uplifted glass.]
 * It seems that Fortune ceaselessly
 * aids him who has the pluck to seize it-

THE GUESTS
 * Well? Tell us-!

PEER
 * Greece is in revolt.

ALL FOUR [springing up].
 * What! Greece-?

PEER
 * The Greeks have risen in Hellas.

THE FOUR
 * Hurrah!

PEER
 * And Turkey's in a fix!
 * [Empties his glass.]

MONSIEUR BALLON
 * To Hellas! Glory's gate stands open!
 * I'll help them with the sword of France!

VON EBERKO


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 PF
 * And I with war-whoops-from a distance!

MR. COTTON
 * And I as well-by taking contracts!

TRUMPETERSTRALE
 * Lead on! I'll find again in Bender
 * the world-renowned spur-strap-buckles!

MONSIEUR BALLON [falling on PEER GYNT'S neck].
 * Forgive me, friend, that I at first
 * misjudged you quite!

VON EBERKOPF [pressing his hands].
 * I, stupid hound,
 * took you for next door to a scoundrel!

MR. COTTON
 * Too strong that; only for a fool-

TRUMPETERSTRALE [trying to kiss him].
 * I, Uncle, for a specimen
 * of Yankee riff-raff's meanest spawn-!
 * Forgive me-!

VON EBERKOPF
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 PEER
 * What stuff is this?

VON EBERKOPF
 * We now see gathered
 * in glory all the Gyntish host
 * of wishes, appetites, and desires-!

MONSIEUR BALLON [admiringly].
 * So this is being Monsieur Gynt!

VON EBERKOPF [in the same tone].
 * This I call being Gynt with honour!

PEER
 * But tell me-?

MONSIEUR BALLON
 * Don't you understand?

PEER
 * May I be hanged if I begin to!

MONSIEUR BALLON
 * What? Are you not upon your way
 * to join the Greeks, with ship and money-?

PEER [contemptuously].
 * No, many thanks! I side with strength,
 * and lend my money to the Turks.

MONSIEUR BALLON
 * Impossible!

VON EBERKO


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 PF
 * Witty, but a jest!

PEER [after a short silence, leaning on a chair and assuming a
 * dignified mien].
 * Come, gentlemen, I think it best
 * we part before the last remains
 * of friendship melt away like smoke.
 * Who nothing owns will lightly risk it.
 * When in the world one scarce commands
 * the strip of earth one's shadow covers,
 * one's born to serve as food for powder.
 * But when a man stands safely landed,
 * as I do, then his stake is greater.
 * Go you to Hellas. I will put you
 * ashore, and arm you gratis too.
 * The more you eke the flames of strife,
 * the better will it serve my purpose.
 * Strike home for freedom and for right!
 * Fight! storm! make hell hot for the Turks;-
 * and gloriously end your days
 * upon the Janissaries' lances.-
 * But I-excuse me-
 * [Slaps his pocket.]
 * I have cash,
 * and am myself, Sir Peter Gynt.

[Puts up his sunshade, and goes into the grove, where the hammocks are partly visible.] TRUMPETERSTRALE
 * The swinish cur!

MONSIEUR BALLON
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 -! MR. COTTON
 * Oh, glory's neither here nor there;
 * but think of the enormous profits
 * we'd reap if Greece should free herself.

MONSIEUR BALLON
 * I saw myself a conqueror,
 * by lovely Grecian maids encircled.

TRUMPETERSTRALE
 * Grasped in my Swedish hands, I saw
 * the great, heroic spur-strap-buckles!

VON EBERKOPF
 * I my gigantic Fatherland's
 * culture saw spread o'er earth and sea-!

MR. COTTON
 * The worst's the loss in solid cash.
 * God dam! I scarce can keep from weeping!
 * I saw me owner of Olympus.
 * If to its fame the mountain answers,
 * there must be veins of copper in it,
 * that could be opened up again.
 * And furthermore, that stream Castalia,
 * which people talk so much about,
 * with fall on fall, at lowest reckoning,
 * must mean a thousand horse-power good-!

TRUMPETERSTRALE
 * Still I will go! My Swedish sword
 * is worth far more than Yankee gold!

MR. COTTON
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 he ranks,
 * amid the press we'd all be drowned;
 * and then where would the profit be?

MONSIEUR BALLON
 * Accurst! So near to fortune's summit,
 * and now stopped short beside its grave!

MR. COTTON [shakes his fist towards the yacht].
 * That long black chest holds coffered up
 * the nabob's golden nigger-sweat-!

VON EBERKOPF
 * A royal notion! Quick! Away!
 * It's all up with his empire now!
 * Hurrah!

MONSIEUR BALLON
 * What would you?

VON EBERKOPF
 * Seize the power!
 * The crew can easily be bought.
 * On board then! I annex the yacht!

MR. COTTON
 * You-what-?

VON EBERKOPF
 * I grab the whole concern!
 * [Goes down to the jolly-boat.]

MR. COTTON
 * Why then self-interest commands me
 * to grab my share.
 * [Goes after him.]

TRUMPETERSTRALE
 * What scoundrelism!

MO


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 NSIEUR BALLON
 * A scurvy business-but-enfin!
 * [Follows the others.]

TRUMPETERSTRALE
 * I'll have to follow, I suppose,-
 * but I protest to all the world-!
 * [Follows.]

SCENE SECOND
[Another part of the coast. Moonlight with drifting clouds. The yacht is seen far out, under full steam.] [PEER GYNT comes running along the beach; now pinching his arms, now gazing out to sea.] PEER
 * A nightmare!-Delusion!-I'll soon be awake!
 * She's standing to sea! And at furious speed!-
 * Mere delusion! I'm sleeping! I'm dizzy and drunk!
 * [Clenches his hands.]
 * It's not possible I should be going to die!
 * [Tearing his hair.]
 * A dream! I'm determined it shall be a dream!
 * Oh, horror! It's only too real, worse luck!
 * My brute-beasts of friends-! Do but hear me, oh Lord!
 * Since thou art so wise and so righteous-! Oh judge-!
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'''154 in the Jubilee, because the houses in the cities of the Levites are their possession among the Israelites. But the open pastureland around their cities may not be sold, for this is their permanent possession.

Redemption of the Poor

Now if your countryman becomes destitute and cannot support himself among you, then you are to help him as you would a foreigner or stranger, so that he can continue to live among you. Do not take any interest or profit from him, but fear your God, that your countryman may live among you. You must not lend him your silver at interest or sell him your food for profit. I am the LORD your God, who brought you out of the land of Egypt to give you the land of Canaan and to be your God.

Redemption of Bondmen

If a countryman among you becomes destitute and sells himself to you, then you must not force him into slave labor. Let him stay with you as a hired worker or temporary resident; he is to work for you until the Year of Jubilee. Then he and his children are to be released, and he may return to his clan and to the property of his fathers.

Because the Israelites are My servants, whom I brought out of the land of Egypt, they are not to be sold as slaves. You are not to rule over them harshly, but you shall fear your God.

Your menservants and maidservants shall come from the nations around you, from whom you may purchase them. You may also purchase them from the foreigners residing among you or their clans living among you who are born in your land. These may become your property. You may leave them to your sons after you to inherit as property; you can make them slaves for life. But as for your brothers, the Israelites, no man may rule harshly over his brother.

Redemption of Servants

If a foreigner residing among you prospers, but your countryman dwelling near him becomes destitute and sells himself to the foreigner or to a member of his clan, he retains the right of redemption after he has sold himself. One of his brothers may redeem him: either his uncle or cousin or any close relative from his clan may redeem him. Or if he prospers, he may redeem himself.

He and his purchaser will then count the time from the year he sold himself up to the Year of Jubilee. The price of his sale will be determined by the number of years, based on the daily wages of a hired hand. If many years remain, he must pay for his redemption in proportion to his purchase price. If only a few years remain until the Year of Jubilee, he is to calculate and pay his redemption according to his remaining years. He shall be treated like a man hired from year to year, but a foreign owner must not rule over him harshly in your sight.

Even if he is not redeemed in any of these ways, he and his children shall be released in the Year of Jubilee. For the Israelites are My servants. They are My servants, whom I brought out of the land of Egypt. I am the LORD your God. Additional Blessings of Obedience

“You must not make idols for yourselves or set up a carved image or sacred pillar; you must not place a sculpted stone in your land to bow down to it. For I am the LORD your God.

You must keep My Sabbaths and have reverence for My sanctuary. I am the LORD.


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 * It is I, Peter Gynt! Oh, Lord, give but heed!
 * Hold thy hand o'er me, Father; or else I must perish!
 * Make them back the machine! Make them lower the gig!
 * Stop the robbers! Make something go wrong with the rigging!
 * Hear me! Let other folks' business lie over!
 * The world can take care of itself for the time!
 * I'm blessed if he hears me! He's deaf as his wont is!
 * Here's a nice thing! A God that is bankrupt of help!
 * [Beckons upwards.]
 * Hist! I've abandoned the nigger-plantation!
 * And missionaries I've exported to Asia!
 * Surely one good turn should be worth another!
 * Oh, help me on board-!

[A jet of fire shoots into the air from the yacht, followed by thick clouds of smoke; a hollow report is heard. PEER GYNT utters a shriek, and sinks down on the sands. Gradually the smoke clears away; the ship has disappeared.] PEER [softly, with a pale face].
 * That's the sword of wrath!
 * In a crack to the bottom, every soul, man and mouse!
 * Oh, for ever blest be the lucky chance-
 * [With emotion.]
 * A chance? No, no, it was more than chance.
 * I was to be rescued and they to perish.
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 * hast


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 cared for me, spite of all my sins!-
 * [Draws a deep breath.]
 * What a marvellous feeling of safety and peace
 * it gives one to know oneself specially shielded!
 * But the desert! What about, food and drink?
 * Oh, something I'm sure to find. He'll see to that.
 * There's no cause for alarm;-
 * [Loud and insinuatingly.]
 * He would never allow
 * a poor little sparrow like me to perish!
 * Be but lowly of spirit. And give him time.
 * Leave it all in the Lord's hands; and don't be cast down.-
 * [With a start of terror.]
 * Can that be a lion that growled in the reeds-?
 * [His teeth chattering.]
 * No, it wasn't a lion.
 * [Mustering up courage.]
 * A lion, forsooth!
 * Those beasts, they'll take care to keep out of the way.
 * They know it's no joke to fall foul of their betters.
 * They have instinct to guide them;-they feel, what's a fact,
 * that it's dangerous playing with elephants.-
 * But all the same-. I must find a tree.
 * There's a grove of acacias and palms over there;
 * if I once can climb up, I'll be sheltered and safe,-
 * most of all if I knew but a psalm or two.
 * [Clambers up.]
 * Morning and evening are not alike;
 * that text has been oft enough weighed and pondered.
 * [Seats himself comfortably.]
 * How blissful to feel so uplifted in spirit.
 * To think nobly is more than to know oneself rich.
 * Only trust in Him. He knows well what share
 * of the chalice of need I can bear to drain.


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 He takes fatherly thought for my personal weal;-
 * [Casts a glance over the sea, and whispers with a sigh:]
 * but economical-no, that he isn't!

SCENE THIRD
[Night. An encampment of Moroccan troops on the edge of the desert. Watchfires, with SOLDIERS resting by them.] A SLAVE [enters, tearing his hair].
 * Gone is the Emperor's milk-white charger!

ANOTHER SLAVE [enters, rending his garments].
 * The Emperor's sacred robes are stolen!

AN OFFICER [enters].
 * A hundred stripes upon the foot-soles
 * for all who fail to catch the robber!

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

SCENE FOURTH
[Daybreak. The grove of acacias and palms.] [PEER GYNT in his tree with a broken branch in his hand, trying to beat off a swarm of monkeys.] PEER
 * Confound it! A most disagreeable night.
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 .]
 * Are you there again? This is most accursed!
 * Now they're throwing fruit. No, it's something else.
 * A loathsome beast is your Barbary ape!
 * The Scripture says: Thou shalt watch and fight.
 * But I'm blest if I can; I am heavy and tired.
 * [Is again attacked; impatiently:]
 * I must put a stopper upon this nuisance!
 * I must see and get hold of one of these scamps,
 * get him hung and skinned, and then dress myself up,
 * as best I may, in his shaggy hide,
 * that the others may take me for one of themselves.-
 * What are we mortals? Motes, no more;
 * and it's wisest to follow the fashion a bit.-
 * Again a rabble! They throng and swarm.
 * Off with you! Shoo! They go on as though crazy.
 * If only I had a false tail to put on now,-
 * only something to make me a bit like a beast.-
 * What now? There's a pattering over my head-!
 * [Looks up.]
 * It's the grandfather ape,-with his fists full of filth-!

[Huddles together apprehensively, and keeps still for a while. The ape makes a motion; PEER GYNT begins coaxing and wheedling him, as he might a dog.]
 * Ay,-are you there, my good old Bus!
 * He's a good beast, he is! He will listen to reason!
 * He wouldn't throw;-I should think not, indeed!
 * It is me! Pip-pip! We are first-rate friends!
 * Ai-ai! Don't you hear, I can talk your language?
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 Bus shall have sugar to-morrow-! The beast!
 * The whole cargo on top of me! Ugh, how disgusting!-
 * Or perhaps it was food? 'Twas in taste-indefinable;
 * and taste's for the most part a matter of habit.
 * What thinker is it who somewhere says:
 * You must spit and trust to the force of habit?-
 * Now here come the small-fry!
 * [Hits and slashes around him.]
 * It's really too bad
 * that man, who by rights is the lord of creation,
 * should find himself forced to-! O murder! murder!
 * the old one was bad, but the youngsters are worse!

SCENE FIFTH
[Early morning. A stony region, with a view out over the desert. On one side a cleft in the hill, and a cave.] [A THIEF and a RECEIVER hidden in the cleft, with the Emperor's horse and robes. The horse, richly caparisoned, is tied to a stone. Horsemen are seen afar off.] THE THIEF
 * The tongues of the lances
 * all flickering and flashing,-
 * see, see!

THE RECEIVER
 * Already my head seems
 * to roll on the sand-plain!
 * Woe, woe!

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 his arms over his breast].
 * My father he thieved;
 * so his son must be thieving.

THE RECEIVER
 * My father received;
 * so his son keeps receiving.

THE THIEF
 * Thy lot shalt thou bear still;
 * thyself shalt thou be still.

THE RECEIVER [listening].
 * Steps in the brushwood!
 * Flee, flee! But where?

THE THIEF
 * The cavern is deep,
 * and the Prophet great!

[They make off, leaving the booty behind them. The horsemen gradually disappear in the distance.] PEER GYNT [enters, cutting a reed whistle].
 * What a delectable morning-tide!-
 * The dung-beetle's rolling his ball in the dust;
 * the snail creeps out of his dwelling-house.
 * The morning; ay, it has gold in its mouth.-
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 Nature has given to the light of day.
 * One feels so secure, and so much more courageous,-
 * one would gladly, at need, take a bull by the horns.-
 * What a stillness all round! Ah, the joys of Nature,-
 * strange enough I should never have prized them before.
 * Why go and imprison oneself in a city,
 * for no end but just to be bored by the mob.-
 * just look how the lizards are whisking about,
 * snapping, and thinking of nothing at all.
 * What innocence ev'n in the life of the beasts!
 * Each fulfils the Creator's behest unimpeachably,
 * preserving its own special stamp undefaced;
 * is itself, is itself, both in sport and in strife,
 * itself, as it was at his primal: Be!
 * [Puts on his eye-glasses.]
 * A toad. In the middle of a sandstone block.
 * Petrifaction all round him. His head alone peering.
 * There he's sitting and gazing as though through a window
 * at the world, and is-to himself enough.-
 * [Reflectively.]
 * Enough? To himself-? Where is it that's written?
 * I've read it, in youth, in some so-called classic.
 * In the family prayer-book? Or Solomon's Proverbs?
 * Alas, I notice that, year by year,
 * my memory for dates and for places is fading.
 * [Seats himself in the shade.]
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 look, here are ferns growing-edible roots.
 * [Eats a little.]
 * 'Twould be fitter food for an animal-
 * but the text says: Bridle the natural man!
 * Furthermore it is written: The proud shall be humbled,
 * and whoso abaseth himself, exalted.
 * [Uneasily.]
 * Exalted? Yes, that's what will happen with me;-
 * no other result can so much as be thought of.
 * Fate will assist me away from this place,
 * and arrange matters so that I get a fresh start.
 * This is only a trial; deliverance will follow,-
 * if only the Lord lets me keep my health.

[Dismisses his misgivings, lights a cigar, stretches himself, and gazes out over the desert.]
 * What an enormous, limitless waste!-
 * Far in the distance an ostrich is striding.-
 * What can one fancy was really God's
 * meaning in all of this voidness and deadness?
 * This desert, bereft of all sources of life;
 * this burnt-up cinder, that profits no one;
 * this patch of the world, that for ever lies fallow;
 * this corpse, that never, since earth's creation,
 * has brought its Maker so much as thanks,-
 * why was it created?-How spendthrift is Nature!-
 * Is that sea in the east there, that dazzling expanse
 * all gleaming? It can't be; 'tis but a mirage.
 * The sea's to the west; it lies piled up behind me,
 * dammed out from the desert by a sloping ridge.
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 Dammed out? It wants but a gap, a canal,-
 * like a flood of life would the waters rush
 * in through the channel, and fill the desert!
 * Soon would the whole of yon red-hot grave
 * spread forth, a breezy and rippling sea.
 * The oases would rise in the midst, like islands;
 * Atlas would tower in green cliffs on the north;
 * sailing-ships would, like stray birds on the wing,
 * skim to the south, on the caravans' track.
 * Life-giving breezes would scatter the choking
 * vapours, and dew would distil from the clouds.
 * People would build themselves town on town,
 * and grass would grow green round the swaying palm-trees.
 * The southland, behind the Sahara's wall,
 * would make a new seaboard for civilisation.
 * Steam would set Timbuctoo's factories spinning;
 * Bornu would be colonised apace;
 * the naturalist would pass safely through Habes
 * in his railway-car to the Upper Nile.
 * In the midst of my sea, on a fat oasis,
 * I will replant the Norwegian race;
 * the Dalesman's blood is next door to royal;
 * Arabic crossing will do the rest.
 * Skirting a bay, on a shelving strand,
 * I'll build the chief city, Peeropolis.
 * The world is decrepit! Now comes the turn
 * of Gyntiana, my virgin land!
 * [Springs up.]
 * Had I but capital, soon 'twould be done.-
 * A gold key to open the gate of the sea!
 * A crusade against Death! The close-fisted old churl
 * shall open the sack he lies brooding upon.
 * Men rave about freedom in every land;-
 * like the ass in the ark, I will send out a cry
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 er the world, and will baptise to liberty
 * the beautiful, thrall-bounden coasts that shall be.
 * I must on! To find capital, eastward or west!
 * My kingdom-well, half of it, say-for a horse!
 * [The horse in the cleft neighs.]
 * A horse! Ay, and robes!-jewels too,-and a sword!
 * [Goes closer.]
 * It can't be! It is though-! But how? I have read,
 * I don't quite know where, that the will can move mountains;-
 * but how about moving a horse as well-?
 * Pooh! Here stands the horse, that's a matter of fact;
 * for the rest, why, ab esse ad posse, et cetera.
 * [Puts on the dress and looks down at it.]
 * Sir Peter-a Turk, too, from top to toe!
 * Well, one never knows what may happen to one.-
 * Gee-up, now, Grane, my trusty steed!
 * [Mounts the horse.]
 * Gold-slipper stirrups beneath my feet!-
 * You may know the great by their riding-gear!
 * [Gallops off into the desert.]

SCENE SIXTH
[The tent of an Arab chief, standing alone on an oasis.] [PEER GYNT, in his Eastern dress, resting on cushions. He is drinking coffee, and smoking a long pipe. ANITRA, and a bevy of GIRLS, dancing and singing before him.] CHORUS OF GIRLS
 * The Prophet is come!
 * The Prophet, the Lord, the All-Knowing One,
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 is he come,
 * o'er the sand-ocean riding!
 * The Prophet, the Lord, the Unerring One,
 * to us, to us is he come,
 * o'er the sand-ocean sailing!
 * Wake the flute and the drum!
 * The Prophet, the Prophet is come!

ANITRA
 * His courser is white as the milk is
 * that streams in the rivers of Paradise.
 * Bend every knee! Bow every head!
 * His eyes are as bright-gleaming, mild-beaming stars.
 * Yet none earth-born endureth
 * the rays of those stars in their blinding splendour!
 * Through the desert he came.
 * Gold and pearl-drops sprang forth on his breast.
 * Where he rode there was light.
 * Behind him was darkness;
 * behind him raged drought and the simoom.
 * He, the glorious one, came!
 * Through the desert he came,
 * like a mortal apparelled.
 * Kaaba, Kaaba stands void;-
 * he himself hath proclaimed it!

THE CHORUS OF GIRLS
 * Wake the flute and the drum!
 * The Prophet, the Prophet is come!
 * [They continue the dance, to soft music.]

PEER
 * I have read it in print-and the saying is true-
 * that no one's a prophet in his native land.-
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 than my life over there 'mong the Charleston merchants.
 * There was something hollow in the whole affair,
 * something foreign at the bottom, something dubious behind it;-
 * I was never at home in their company,
 * nor felt myself really one of the guild.
 * What tempted me into that galley at all?
 * To grub and grub in the bins of trade-
 * as I think it all over, I can't understand it;-
 * it happened so; that's the whole affair.-
 * To be oneself on a basis of gold
 * is no better than founding one's house on the sand.
 * For your watch, and your ring, and the rest of your trappings
 * the good people fawn on you, grovelling to earth;
 * they lift their hats to your jewelled breast-pin;
 * but your ring and your breast-pin are not your person.-
 * A prophet; ay, that is a clearer position.
 * At least one knows on what footing one stands.
 * If you make a success, it's yourself that receives
 * the ovation, and not your pounds-sterling and shillings.
 * One is what one is, and no nonsense about it;
 * one owes nothing to chance or to accident,
 * and needs neither licence nor patent to lean on.-
 * A prophet; ay, that is the thing for me.
 * And I slipped so utterly unawares into it,-
 * just by coming galloping over the desert,
 * and meeting these children of nature en route.
 * The Prophet had come to them; so much was clear.
 * It was really not my intent to deceive-
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 then I can always withdraw again.
 * I'm in no way bound; it's a simple matter-;
 * the whole thing is private, so to speak;
 * I can go as I came; there's my horse ready saddled;
 * I am master, in short, of the situation.

ANITRA [approaching from the tent-door].
 * Prophet and Master!

PEER
 * What would my slave?

ANITRA
 * The sons of the desert await at thy tent-door;
 * they pray for the light of thy countenance-

PEER
 * Stop!
 * Say in the distance I'd have them assemble;
 * say from the distance I hear all their prayers.
 * Add that I suffer no menfolk in here!
 * Men, my child, are a worthless crew,-
 * inveterate rascals you well may call them!
 * Anitra, you can't think how shamelessly
 * they have swind-I mean they have sinned, my child!-
 * Well, enough now of that; you may dance for me, damsels!
 * The Prophet would banish the memories that gall him.

THE GIRLS [dancing].
 * The Prophet is good! The Prophet is grieving
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 * The Prophet is mild; to his mildness be praises;
 * he opens to sinners his Paradise!

PEER [his eyes following ANITRA during the dance].
 * Legs as nimble as drumsticks flitting.
 * She's a dainty morsel indeed, that wench!
 * It's true she has somewhat extravagant contours,-
 * not quite in accord with the norms of beauty.
 * But what is beauty? A mere convention,-
 * a coin made current by time and place.
 * And just the extravagant seems most attractive
 * when one of the normal has drunk one's fill.
 * In the law-bound one misses all intoxication.
 * Either plump to excess or excessively lean;
 * either parlously young or portentously old;-
 * the medium is mawkish.-
 * Her feet-they are not altogether clean;
 * no more are her arms; in especial one of them.
 * But that is at bottom no drawback at all.
 * I should rather call it a qualification-
 * Anitra, come listen!

ANITRA [approaching].
 * Thy handmaiden hears!

PEER
 * You are tempting, my daughter! The Prophet is touched.
 * If you don't believe me, then hear the proof;-
 * I'll make you a Houri in Paradise!

ANITRA
 * Impossible, Lord!


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 PEER
 * What? You think I am jesting?
 * I'm in sober earnest, as true as I live!

ANITRA
 * But I haven't a soul.

PEER
 * Then of course you must get one!

ANITRA
 * How, Lord?

PEER
 * Just leave me alone for that;-
 * I shall look after your education.
 * No soul? Why, truly you're not over bright,
 * as the saying goes. I've observed it with pain.
 * But pooh! for a soul you can always find room.
 * Come here! let me measure your brain-pan, child.-
 * There is room, there is room, I was sure there was.
 * It's true you never will penetrate
 * very deep; to a large soul you'll scarcely attain-
 * but never you mind; it won't matter a bit;-
 * you'll have plenty to carry you through with credit-

ANITRA
 * The Prophet is gracious-

PEER
 * You hesitate? Speak!

ANITRA
 * But I'd rather-

PEER
 * Say on; don't waste time about it!


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 ANITRA
 * I don't care so much about having a soul;-
 * give me rather-

PEER
 * What, child?

ANITRA [pointing to his turban].
 * That lovely opal

PEER [enchanted, handing her the jewel].
 * Anitra! Anitra! true daughter of Eve!
 * I feel thee magnetic; for I am a man.
 * And, as a much-esteemed author has phrased it:
 * "Das Ewig-Weibliche ziehet uns an!"

SCENE SEVENTH
[A moonlight night. The palm-grove outside ANITRA'S tent.] [PEER GYNT is sitting beneath a tree, with an Arabian lute in his hands. His beard and hair are clipped; he looks considerably younger.] PEER GYNT [plays and sings].
 * I double-locked my Paradise,
 * and took its key with me.
 * The north-wind bore me seaward ho!
 * while lovely women all forlorn
 * wept on the ocean stran


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 * Still southward, southward clove my keel
 * the salt sea-currents through.
 * Where palms were swaying proud and fair,
 * a garland round the ocean-bight,
 * I set my ship afire.
 * I climbed aboard the desert ship,
 * a ship on four stout legs.
 * It foamed beneath the lashing whip-
 * oh, catch me; I'm a flitting bird;-
 * I'm twittering on a bough!
 * Anitra, thou'rt the palm-tree's must;
 * that know I now full well!
 * Ay, even the Angora goat-milk cheese
 * is scarcely half such dainty fare,
 * Anitra, ah, as thou!
 * [He hangs the lute over his shoulder, and comes forward.]
 * Stillness! Is the fair one listening?
 * Has she heard my little song?
 * Peeps she from behind the curtain,
 * veil and so forth cast aside?-
 * Hush! A sound as though a cork
 * from a bottle burst amain!
 * Now once more! And yet again!
 * Love-sighs can it be? or songs?-
 * No, it is distinctly snoring.-
 * Dulcet strain! Anitra sleepeth!
 * Nightingale, thy warbling stay!
 * Every sort of woe betide thee,
 * if with gurgling trill thou darest-
 * but, as says the text: Let be!
 * Nightingale, thou art a singer;
 * ah, even such an one am I.
 * He, like me, ensnares with music
 * tender, shrinking little hearts.


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 Balmy night is made for music;
 * music is our common sphere;
 * in the act of singing, we are
 * we, Peer Gynt and nightingale.
 * And the maiden's very sleeping
 * is my passion's crowning bliss;-
 * for the lips protruded o'er the
 * beaker yet untasted quite-
 * but she's coming, I declare!
 * After all, it's best she should.

ANITRA [from the tent].
 * Master, call'st thou in the night?

PEER
 * Yes indeed, the Prophet calls.
 * I was wakened by the cat
 * with a furious hunting-hubbub-

ANITRA
 * Ah, not hunting-noises, Master;
 * it was something much, much worse.

PEER
 * What, then, was't?

ANITRA
 * Oh, spare me!

PEER
 * Speak.

ANITRA
 * Oh, I blush to-

PEER [approaching].
 * Was it, mayhap,
 * that which filled me so completely
 * when I let you have my opal?

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 * Liken thee, O earth's great treasure,
 * to a horrible old cat!

PEER
 * Child, from passion's standpoint viewed,
 * may a tom-cat and a prophet
 * come to very much the same.

ANITRA
 * Master, jest like honey floweth
 * from thy lips.

PEER
 * My little friend,
 * you, like other maidens, judge
 * great men by their outsides only.
 * I am full of jest at bottom,
 * most of all when we're alone.
 * I am forced by my position
 * to assume a solemn mask.
 * Duties of the day constrain me;
 * all the reckonings and worry
 * that I have with one and all,
 * make me oft a cross-grained prophet;
 * but it's only from the tongue out.-
 * Fudge, avaunt! En tete-a-tete
 * I'm Peer-well, the man I am.
 * Hei, away now with the prophet;
 * me, myself, you have me here!
 * [Seats himself under a tree, and draws her to him.]
 * Come, Anitra, we will rest us
 * underneath the palm's green fan-shade!
 * I'll lie whispering, you'll lie smiling;
 * afterwards our roles exchange we;


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 then shall your lips, fresh and balmy,
 * to my smiling, passion whisper!

ANITRA [lies down at his feet].
 * All thy words are sweet as singing,
 * though I understand but little.
 * Master, tell me, can thy daughter
 * catch a soul by listening?

PEER
 * Soul, and spirit's light and knowledge,
 * all in good time you shall have them.
 * When in east, on rosy streamers
 * golden types print: Here is day,-
 * then, my child, I'll give you lessons;
 * you'll be well brought-up, no fear.
 * But, 'mid night's delicious stillness,
 * it were stupid if I should,
 * with a threadbare wisdom's remnants,
 * play the part of pedagogue.-
 * And the soul, moreover, is not,
 * looked at properly, the main thing.
 * It's the heart that really matters.

ANITRA
 * Speak, O Master! When thou speakest,
 * I see gleams, as though of opals!

PEER
 * Wisdom in extremes is folly;
 * coward blossoms into tyrant;
 * truth, when carried to excess,
 * ends in wisdom written backwards.
 * Ay, my daughter, I'm forsworn
 * as a dog if there are not


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 folk with o'erfed souls on earth
 * who shall scarce attain to clearness.
 * Once I met with such a fellow,
 * of the flock the very flower;
 * and even he mistook his goal,
 * losing sense in blatant sound.-
 * See the waste round this oasis.
 * Were I but to swing my turban,
 * I could force the ocean-flood
 * to fill up the whole concern.
 * But I were a blockhead, truly,
 * seas and lands to go creating.
 * Know you what it is to live?

ANITRA
 * Teach me!

PEER
 * It is to be wafted
 * dry-shod down the stream of time,
 * wholly, solely as oneself.
 * Only in full manhood can I
 * be the man I am, dear child!
 * Aged eagle moults his plumage,
 * aged fogey lags declining,
 * aged dame has ne'er a tooth left,
 * aged churl gets withered hands,-
 * one and all get souls.
 * Youth! Ah, youth! I mean to reign,
 * as a sultan, whole and fiery,-
 * not on Gyntiana's shores,
 * under trellised vines and palm-leaves,-
 * but enthroned in the freshness
 * of a woman's virgin thoughts.-
 * See you now, my little maiden,
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 :why I have your heart selected,
 * and established, so to speak,
 * there my being's Caliphate?
 * All your longings shall be mine.
 * I'm an autocrat in passion!
 * You shall live for me alone.
 * I'll be he who shall enthrall
 * you like gold and precious stones.
 * Should we part, then life is over,-
 * that is, your life, nota bene!
 * Every inch and fibre of you,
 * will-less, without yea or nay,
 * I must know filled full of me.
 * Midnight beauties of your tresses,
 * all that's lovely to be named,
 * shall, like Babylonian gardens,
 * tempt your Sultan to his tryst.
 * After all, I don't complain, then,
 * of your empty forehead-vault.
 * With a soul, one's oft absorbed in
 * contemplation of oneself.
 * Listen, while we're on the subject,-
 * if you like it, faith, you shall
 * have a ring about your ankle:-
 * 'twill be best for both of us.
 * I will be your soul by proxy;
 * for the rest-why, status quo.
 * [ANITRA snores.]
 * What! She sleeps! Then has it glided
 * bootless past her, all I've said?-
 * No; it marks my influence o'er her
 * that she floats away in dreams
 * on my love-talk as it flows.
 * [Rises, and lays trinkets in her lap.]
 * Here are jewels! Here are more!
 * Sleep, Anitra! Dream of Peer-.
 * Sleep! In sleeping, you the crown have
 * placed


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 upon your Emperor's brow!
 * Victory on his Person's basis
 * has Peer Gynt this night achieved.

SCENE EIGHTH
[A caravan route. The oasis is seen far off in the background.] [PEER GYNT comes galloping across the desert on his white horse, with ANITRA before him on his saddle-bow.] ANITRA
 * Let be, or I'll bite you!

PEER
 * You little rogue!

ANITRA
 * What would you?

PEER
 * What would I? Play hawk and dove!
 * Run away with you! Frolic and frisk a bit!

ANITRA
 * For shame! An old prophet like you-!

PEER
 * Oh, stuff!
 * The prophet's not old at all, you goose!
 * Do you think all this is a sign of age?

ANITRA
 * Let me go! I want to go home!


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 PEER
 * Coquette!
 * What, home! To father-in-law! That would be fine!
 * We madcap birds that have flown from the cage
 * must never come into his sight again.
 * Besides, my child, in the self-same place
 * it's wisest never to stay too long;
 * for familiarity lessens respect;-
 * most of all when one comes as a prophet or such.
 * One should show oneself glimpse-wise, and pass like a dream.
 * Faith, 'twas time that the visit should come to an end.
 * They're unstable of soul, are these sons of the desert;-
 * both incense and prayers dwindled off towards the end.

ANITRA
 * Yes, but are you a prophet?

PEER
 * Your Emperor I am!

[Tries to kiss her.]
 * Why just see now how coy the wee woodpecker is!

ANITRA
 * Give me that ring that you have on your finger.

PEER
 * Take, sweet Anitra, the whole of the trash!

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

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 * I'll dismount! Like your slave, I will lead your palfrey!
 * [Hands her his riding-whip, and dismounts.]
 * There now, my rosebud, my exquisite flower!
 * Here I'll go trudging my way through the sand,
 * till a sunstroke o'ertakes me and finishes me.
 * I'm young, Anitra; bear that in mind!
 * You mustn't be shocked at my escapades.
 * Frolics and high-jinks are youth's sole criterion!
 * And so, if your intellect weren't so dense,
 * you would see at a glance, oh my fair oleander,-
 * your lover is frolicsome-ergo, he's young!

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

PEER
 * Am I not? There, grab! I can leap like a buck!
 * Were there vine-leaves around, I would garland my brow.
 * To be sure I am young! Hei, I'm going to dance!
 * [Dances and sings.]
 * I am a blissful game-cock!
 * Peck me, my little pullet!
 * Hop-sa-sa! Let me trip it;-
 * I am a blissful game-cock!

ANITRA
 * You are sweating, my prophet; I fear you will melt;-
 * hand me that heavy bag hung at your belt.

PEER
 * Tender solicitude! Bear the purse ever;-
 * hearts that can love are content without gold!
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 * Young Peer Gynt is the maddest wag;-
 * he knows not what foot he shall stand upon.
 * Pooh, says Peer;-pooh, never mind!
 * Young Peer Gynt is the maddest wag!

ANITRA
 * What joy when the Prophet steps forth in the dance!

PEER
 * Oh, bother the Prophet!-Suppose we change clothes!
 * Heisa! Strip off!

ANITRA
 * Your caftan were too long,
 * your girdle too wide, and your stockings too tight-

PEER
 * Eh bien!
 * [Kneels down.]
 * But vouchsafe me a vehement sorrow-,-
 * to a heart full of love, it is sweet to suffer!
 * Listen; as soon as we're home at my castle-

ANITRA
 * In your Paradise;-have we far to ride?

PEER
 * Oh, a thousand miles or-

ANITRA
 * Too far!

PEER
 * Oh, listen;-
 * you shall have the soul that I promised you once-


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Rh Alit (v. f. ngalit; bealit or balit}, s. the name of a stream, v. to stop up, puzzle, interdict. Kami bumai Alit. We farm the Alit. Alit lubang nya. Stop up that hole. Alit aka ngereja nya. I am puzzled to do that. Prentah ngalit ka jalai. The Government interdicts the road.

Allah, the Deity (this is borrowed from the Malay. The old Dyak word is Petara, of which the Latin numen is the exact equivalent.)

Almesih, Christ (a word borrowed from the Malay).

Alok, see ayang.

Alu. (v.f. ngalu; bealum balu}, s. a wood en pestle used to husk paddy, etc., v. to welcome, welcome guests with an offering, go to meet, go to barter. Ain iya panjai bendar. Her pestle is very long. Iya ngalu pengabang enggau tuak. He welcomes his guests with toddy. Alu apai nuan pnlai nemuai. Go and meet your father returning from a visit. Iya nyau ngalu garam. He is gone to barter salt. Aku ngalu ka pasar. I go to the bazaar to make purchases.

[Note.—Belaboh alu. The pestles fall, hence alternately, in turn. Sida munsoh nikam sangko belaboh alu. The enemy threw spears in turn.]

Alun. (v. f. ngalun; bealun or balun}, v. to overwhelm, roll over. (Used with jalai it signifies a high road, such as is made in this country by the Government, or, a sort of raised.road round a paddy farm. Alun-alun, or alun glombang, waves or the swell of the sea.) Sertaglombang ngalun bangkong iya lain karam. Immediately a wave overwhelmed the boat and sank it.

Alus (v. f. ngalus; bealus or balus}, adj. smooth, fine in texture, calm, peaceful, v. to smooth. Pengawa iya alus bendar. His work is very fine. Benoa alus. A country at peace. Wong Padong alus kamavi. The Padong waterfall was smooth yesterday. Uji ngalus ka laya sida nya. Try and smooth their quarrel.

Am! (an exhortative interjection) Come! Am kitai bejalai ! Let us go ! (see Aram}.

Ama, sometimes. Ama nya ama tu. Sometimes that and sometimes this. Iya ama badas ama jai. He is sometimes good and sometimes bad.

Ama (beam a. or bam a}, a louse. Ama manok. Lice on fowls.

Amai (v. f. ngamai ; beamai or bamai}, adj. true, adv. truly, indeed, conj. but, v. to make good or true. Amai jako aku. Indeed I said so. Iya buta amai iya nemu mantun. He is blind but he can weed (the paddy, etc.) Kamaia iya ngamai ka semaia iya I When will he make good his promise?

Amang (v. f. ngamang; beamang or bamang}, to try, aim, support, threaten. Amang dulu baru numbok. Try first before you pierce it. Sida ngamang aja lain iya lari. They only aim and it runs away. Amangme ngena. It is about right.

Amat (v. f. ngamat; beamat or bamat), see amai.

Amau (v.f. ngamau; beamau or bamau), s. dust, dirt, v. to drag a boat along the sea shore (on account of a heavy sea). Bri ka aku amau semakau nya. Give me the dust of that tobacco. Kaki iya mai amau ari tanah. His feet brought dirt from the field. Sida nya ngamau laban takut ka glombang. They drag their boat along the shore for fear of the waves.

Amba (v.f. ngamba; beamba or bamba), s. a trap made of rotan with a loop, a snare, v. to ensnare ; a proper name, f. Amba iya enda nyintak. His trap didn’t catch (any thing). Sida suah ngamba rusa kami. They are always catching our deer.

Ambai, [beambai or bambai}, a mistress, sweetheart (m. or f.); a kind of hand net.

Ambang, shaky, tottering.

Ambat (v. f, ngambat; beambat or bambat), to intercept, go to meet. Ambat Tuan Raja ka Lingga. Go to meet the Rajah at Lingga. Sida bepekat ka ngambat bala ti mansang. Thej- took counsel to intercept the advancing army.

Ambau, to rise up, to start. Iya ambau bejalai. He rises up to walk.

Ambi (v. f. ngambi ; beambi or bambi), to fetch, carry, take. Ambi ivang tu. Take this money. Sida nurun ngambi indu siko mai ka rumah sida. They went and took a girl and brought her to their house.

Ambi, a shortened form of Sambi, friend. Kind ka nuaw ambit Where are.you going, friend?

Ambin. {beambin or bambin}, a large bas ket used chitfly for carrying or storing paddy. Penoh ambin padi ulih iya. He got a basket full of paddy.

Ambis, see Abis.

Amboh (v. f. ngamboh; beamboh or bamboh}, adj. muddy, so soft that one sinks in when walking, v. to make muddy. Tebing sungai nya ambuh bendar enda tau endor bejalai. The banks of that stream are so soft that it is impossible to walk along them. Ai amboh. A down-river stream with muddy banks.

Ambol, adj. light, as cotton, feathers, cork, etc. ; a proper name, m.

Ambong (v. f. ngambong; beamb'ong or bambong}, adj. proud, haughty, s. a roughly made basket of bamboo for temporary use such as for packing fruit, etc.; v. to put fruit, etc., into the ambong. Aku mli buah lensat sa ambong besai. I bought one large basket of lensat fruit.

Ambu (v. f. ngambu ; beambu or bambu), s. a claim, food children take out of the regular hours, a term of endearment, v. to claim, adopt, acknowledge. Babas tu ambu aku. This piece of land is my claim. Tu ambu anak aku. This is the food my chil dren take out of the regular hours. Kitu nuan ambu aku. Come hither my own (or my darling). Ambu anak iya. Adopt his son. Sida suah ngambu memudai orang. They often lay claim to persons’ farming land.

Ambun (beambun or bambun), mist, dew; a proper name, m. Iya datai tumu agi bisi


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 ANITRA
 * Oh, thank you; I'll get on without the soul.
 * But you asked for a sorrow-

PEER [rising].
 * Ay, curse me, I did!
 * A keen one, but short,-to last two or three days!

ANITRA
 * Anitra obeyeth the Prophet!-Farewell!

[Gives him a smart cut across the fingers, and dashes off, at a tearing gallop, back across the desert.] PEER [stands for a long time thunderstruck].
 * Well now, may I be-!

SCENE NINTH
[The same place, an hour later.] [PEER GYNT is stripping off his Turkish costume; soberly and thoughtfully, bit by bit. Last of all, he takes his little travelling-cap out of his coat-pocket, puts it on, and stands once more in European dress.] PEER GYNT [throwing the turban far away from him].
 * There lies the Turk, then, and here stand I!-
 * These heathenish doings are no sort of good.
 * It's lucky 'twas only a matter of clothes,
 * and not, as the saying goes, bred in the bo


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(Sorex tetragonurus).—I kept one of these pretty little animals for a few days in a box with moss. It would eat almost any animal substance, but seemed to prefer insects and earthworms: the former it seized with a spring, and it would eat seven or eight house-flies at a time; if more were given it hid them in the moss. Small worms were caught by one end and munched slowly without being bitten through. On giving it a large one (about four or five inches long), it gave it a sharp bite, then sprang back, then flew at it again, until the worm was half dead, when it ate about half and hid the rest. It slept during the middle of the day, rolled up among the moss, but always waked up at once if worms or flies were put into the box. I believe that, when pressed for food, shrews will kill and eat frogs, but when a large one was placed in the box the present specimen did not seem inclined to prey upon it, although it now and then gave it a slight bite on the hind leg; after they had been together for some hours the poor frog was taken away. The shrew seemed to be very cleanly, constantly dressing its fur and "washing" its face with its fore paws, as rabbits do. It soon died by an accident.—E. R. Alston in the Zoologist.

.—The Nelson Examiner states:—"A moa's egg is now being exhibited at Messrs. Bethune and Hunter's offices. It is about ten inches long and five inches in diameter, of a dirty white colour. It was found at the Kaikoros, in the middle island, under singular circumstances. A labourer in Mr. Fyffe's employ, who was digging the foundation for a house, came upon the egg, and, unfortunately, with his pick broke some portions of the shell. It was found in the hands of the skeleton of a Maori, who was buried in a sitting posture, with the egg resting in his hands and held opposite to his head. The egg has been placed in a box of rimu, and protected with a sheet of glass on the top. In a drawer beneath, securely covered with glass, are the fragments of the shell, which have been carefully preserved. The injury, as the egg is placed in the box, is not perceptible, and it appears to be perfect."

.—Gulls hover about ships in port, and often far out at sea, diligently watching for the waste of the caboose. While the four great fleets, English, French, Turkish, and Egyptian, were lying in the Bosphorus, in the summer and autumn of 1853, a young lady of my family called my attention to the fact that the gulls were far more numerous about the ships of one of the fleets than about the others. This was verified by repeated observation, and the difference was owing no doubt to the greater abundance of the refuse from the cook-rooms of the naval squadron most frequented by the birds. Persons acquainted with the economy of the navies of the states in question, will be able to conjecture which fleet was most favoured with these delicate attentions.—Marsh's Man and Nature.

.—Birds do not often voluntarily take passage on board ships bound for foreign countries, but I can testify to one such case. A stork which had nested near one of the palaces on the Bosphorus, had, by some accident, injured a wing, and was unable to join his fellows when they commenced their winter migration to the banks of the Nile. Before he was able to fly again, he was caught, and the flag o the nation to which the palace belonged was tied to his leg, so that he was easily identified at a considerable distance. As his wing grew stronger, he made several unsatisfactory experiments at flight, and at last, by a vigorous effort, succeeded in reaching a passing ship bound southward, and perched himself on a topsail yard. I happened to witness this movement, and observed him quietly maintaining his position as long as I could discern him with a spy-glass. I suppose he finished the voyage, for he certainly did not return to the palace.—Ibid.

.—Mr. Yarrell mentions an instance of a sparrow accidentally hanging itself in a noose from its own nest, and I was the other day witness to an inciddent of a somewhat similar nature, though fortunately less tragic in its termination. A pair of swifts (Cypselus apus) had built their nest in a crevice under the caves of a house, and the aperture was so narrow that they could with difficulty squeeze themselves through. My attention was one morning attracted by a loud flapping of wings, and on hastening to the window to ascertain the cause I perceived that one of the birds had, by some means or other, caught one of its feet either in a chink of the brickwork, or in some portion of the materials of its nest (the height was too great to see which), and was held a prisoner just at the entrance. Its struggles were violent, and continued without intermission for nearly three-quarters of an hour. Sometimes the poor bird would hang for a few seconds with its head downwards, as if dead, and then again it would renew its efforts to escape. At length, after a longer pause than usual, by a sudden and vigorous exertion, it succeeded in casting itself free. I passed the building several times in the course of the day, but never saw either of the birds near the place. The following morning, however, they were going in and out as usual.—W. Weld, in Naturalist's Scrap Book.


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 ne.-
 * What tempted me into that galley at all?
 * It's best, in the long run, to live as a Christian,
 * to put away peacock-like ostentation,
 * to base all one's dealings on law and morality,
 * to be ever oneself, and to earn at the last
 * speech at one's grave-side, and wreaths on one's coffin.
 * [Walks a few steps.]
 * The hussy;-she was on the very verge
 * of turning my head clean topsy-turvy.
 * May I be a troll if I understand
 * what it was that dazed and bemused me so.
 * Well; it's well that's done: had the joke been carried
 * but one step on, I'd have looked absurd.-
 * I have erred;-but at least it's a consolation
 * that my error was due to the false situation.
 * It wasn't my personal self that fell.
 * 'Twas in fact this prophetical way of life,
 * so utterly lacking the salt of activity,
 * that took its revenge in these qualms of bad taste.
 * It's a sorry business this prophetising!
 * One's office compels one to walk in a mist;
 * in playing the prophet, you throw up the game
 * the moment you act like a rational being.
 * In so far I've done what the occasion demanded,
 * in the mere fact of paying my court to that goose.
 * But, nevertheless-
 * [Bursts out laughing.]
 * Hm, to think of it now!
 * To try to make time stop by jigging and dancing,
 * and to cope with the current by capering and prancing!
 * To thrum on the lute-strings, to fondle and sigh,
 * and end, like a rooster,-by getting well plucked!
 * Such conduct is truly prophetic frenzy.-


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 Yes, plucked!-Phew! I'm plucked clean enough indeed.
 * Well, well, I've a trifle still left in reserve;
 * I've a little in America, a little in my pocket;
 * so I won't be quite driven to beg my bread.-
 * And at bottom this middle condition is best.
 * I'm no longer a slave to my coachman and horses;
 * I haven't to fret about postchaise or baggage;
 * I am master, in short, of the situation.-
 * What path should I choose? Many paths lie before me;
 * and a wise man is known from a fool by his choice.
 * My business life is a finished chapter;
 * my love-sports, too, are a cast-off garment.
 * I feel no desire to live back like a crab.
 * "Forward or back, and it's just as far;
 * out or in, and it's just as strait,"-
 * so I seem to have read in some luminous work.-
 * I'll try something new, then; ennoble my course;
 * find a goal worth the labour and money it costs.
 * Shall I write my life without dissimulation,-
 * a book for guidance and imitation?
 * Or stay-! I have plenty of time at command;-
 * what if, as a travelling scientist,
 * I should study past ages and time's voracity?
 * Ay, sure enough; that is the thing for me!
 * Legends I read e'en in childhood's days,
 * and since then I've kept up that branch of learning.-
 * I will follow the path of the human race!
 * Like a feather I'll float on the stream of history,
 * make it all live again, as in a dream,-
 * see the heroes battling for truth and right,
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 an onlooker only, in safety ensconced,-
 * see thinkers perish and martyrs bleed,
 * see empires founded and vanish away,-
 * see world-epochs grow from their trifling seeds;
 * in short, I will skim off the cream of history.-
 * I must try to get hold of a volume of Becker,
 * and travel as far as I can by chronology.-
 * It's true-my grounding's by no means thorough,
 * and history's wheels within wheels are deceptive;-
 * but pooh; the wilder the starting-point,
 * the result will oft be the more original.-
 * How exalting it is, now, to choose a goal,
 * and drive straight for it, like flint and steel!
 * [With quiet emotion.]
 * To break off all round one, on every side,
 * the bonds that bind one to home and friends,-
 * to blow into atoms one's hoarded wealth,-
 * to bid one's love and its joys good-night,-
 * all simply to find the arcana of truth,-
 * [Wiping a tear from his eye.]
 * that is the test of the true man of science!-
 * I feel myself happy beyond all measure.
 * Now I have fathomed my destiny's riddle.
 * Now 'tis but persevering through thick and thin!
 * It's excusable, sure, if I hold up my head,
 * and feel my worth, as the man, Peer Gynt,
 * also called Human-life's Emperor.-
 * I will own the sum-total of bygone days;
 * I'll nevermore tread in the paths of the living.
 * The present is not worth so much as a shoe-sole;
 * all faithless and marrowless the doings of men;
 * their soul has no wings and their deeds no weight;
 * [Shrugs his shoulders.]
 * and women,-ah, they are a worthless crew!
 * [Goes off.]

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 SCENE TENTH=== [A summer day. Far up in the North. A hut in the forest. The door, with a large wooden bar, stands open. Reindeer-horns over it. A flock of goats by the wall of the hut.] [A MIDDLE-AGED WOMAN, fair-haired and comely, sits spinning outside in the sunshine.] THE WOMAN [glances down the path, and sings].
 * Maybe both the winter and spring will pass by,
 * and the next summer too, and the whole of the year;-
 * but thou wilt come one day, that know I full well;
 * and I will await thee, as I promised of old.
 * [Calls the goats, and sings again.]
 * God strengthen thee, whereso thou goest in the world!
 * God gladden thee, if at his footstool thou stand!
 * Here will I await thee till thou comest again;
 * and if thou wait up yonder, then there we'll meet, my friend!

SCENE ELEVENTH
[In Egypt. Daybreak. MEMNON'S STATUE amid the sands.] [PEER GYNT enters on foot, and looks around him for a while.] PEER GYNT
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 So now, for a change, I've become an Egyptian;
 * but Egyptian on the basis of the Gyntish I.
 * To Assyria next I will bend my steps.
 * To begin right back at the world's creation
 * would lead to nought but bewilderment.
 * I will go round about all the Bible history;
 * its secular traces I'll always be coming on;
 * and to look, as the saying goes, into its seams,
 * lies entirely outside both my plan and my powers.
 * [Sits upon a stone.]
 * Now I will rest me, and patiently wait
 * till the statue has sung its habitual dawn-song.
 * When breakfast is over, I'll climb up the pyramid;
 * if I've time, I'll look through its interior afterwards.
 * Then I'll go round the head of the Red Sea by land;
 * perhaps I may hit on King Potiphar's grave.-
 * Next I'll turn Asiatic. In Babylon I'll seek for
 * the far-renowned harlots and hanging gardens,-
 * that's to say, the chief traces of civilisation.
 * Then at one bound to the ramparts of Troy.
 * From Troy there's a fareway by sea direct
 * across to the glorious ancient Athens;-
 * there on the spot will I, stone by stone,
 * survey the Pass that Leonidas guarded.
 * I will get up the works of the better philosophers,
 * find the prison where Socrates suffered, a martyr-;
 * oh no, by-the-bye-there's a war there at present-!
 * Well then, my Hellenism must even stand over.
 * [Looks at his watch.]
 * It's really too bad, such an age as it takes
 * for the sun to rise. I am pressed for time.


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- 3 - the privileges of his airman certificate." First Officer Miller had a total of 17,027 hours flying time with 2,817 hours in B-707's. He had flown 61 hours in the last 30 days. He had 2-1/2 days off duty and had not flown in the 24 hours preceding the accident.

Second Officer Max A. Webb, age 46, held airline transport pilot certificate No. 211105 with multi-engine land and DC-6/7 ratings, issued January 4, 1961. He also held navigator certificate No. 1263016. Mr. Webb had a total of 13,826 hours flying time of which 35 were in the B-707. He had flown 72 hours in the last 30 days before the accident. His FAA second-class medical examination was completed October 21, 1964, with no waivers required. He had been off duty 2-1/2 days and had not flown in the 24 hours preceding the accident.

Flight Engineer Fitch Robertson, age 44, held flight engineer certificate No. 575029, and private pilot certificate No. 509935. His last FAA second-class physical examination was dated October 29, 1964, and no medical waivers were entered. Mr. Robertson had 17,753 hours flying time including 3,901 in B-707. He had flown 82 hours in the preceding 90 days and 69 hours in the 30-day period preceding the accident. He had been off duty 5-1/2 days and had not flown for 24 hours preceding the accident.

The two pursers and four stewardesses were regularly employed by the company and their emergency training was current.

1.6 Aircraft Information

N761PA was a Boeing 707-321B, manufactured in June 1962, with serial No. 18336. A current airworthiness certificate was issued June 15, 1962. The aircraft had flown a total of 12,789 hours at the time of the accident. The aircraft was powered by four Pratt and Whitney JT3D-3B engines.

The flight logs were reviewed for the period June 25-28, 1965, and no performance writeups were entered regarding the No. 4 engine. This engine had been removed from another aircraft due to a scheduled third stage disk change and was given a full overhaul at this time. The overhaul included removal and replacement of turbine blades, and replacing of the Nos. 2, 3, and 4 turbine disks. The three replacement disks were new Pratt and Whitney items with zero operating time. A number of nuzzle guide vanes were removed and replaced in all


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 Well then, from Troy-it was there I left off-
 * [Rises and listens.]
 * What is that strange sort of murmur that's rushing-?
 * [Sunrise.]

MEMNON'S STATUE [sings].
 * From the demigod's ashes there soar, youth-renewing,
 * birds ever singing.
 * Zeus the Omniscient
 * shaped them contending
 * Owls of wisdom,
 * my birds, where do they slumber?
 * Thou must die if thou rede not
 * the song's enigma!

PEER
 * How strange now,-I really fancied there came
 * from the statue a sound. Music, this, of the Past.
 * I heard the stone-accents now rising, now sinking.-
 * I will register it, for the learned to ponder.
 * [Notes in his pocket-book.]
 * "The statue did sing. I heard the sound plainly,
 * but didn't quite follow the text of the song.
 * The whole thing, of course, was hallucination.-
 * Nothing else of importance observed to-day."
 * [Proceeds on his way.]


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 ===SCENE TWELFTH=== [Near the village of Gizeh. The great SPHINX carved out of the rock. In the distance the spires and minarets of Cairo.] [PEER GYNT enters; he examines the SPHINX attentively, now through his eyeglass, now through his hollowed hand.] PEER GYNT
 * Now, where in the world have I met before
 * something half forgotten that's like this hobgoblin?
 * For met it I have, in the north or the south.
 * Was it a person? And, if so, who?
 * That Memnon, it afterwards crossed my mind,
 * was like the Old Men of the Dovre, so called,
 * just as he sat there, stiff and stark,
 * planted on end on the stumps of pillars.-
 * But this most curious mongrel here,
 * this changeling, a lion and woman in one,-
 * does he come to me, too, from a fairy-tale,
 * or from a remembrance of something real?
 * From a fairy-tale? Ho, I remember the fellow!
 * Why, of course it's the Boyg, that I smote on the skull,-
 * that is, I dreamt it,-I lay in fever.-
 * [Going closer.]
 * The self-same eyes, and the self-same lips;-
 * not quite so lumpish; a little more cunning;
 * but the same, for the rest, in all essentials.-
 * Ay, so that's it, Boyg; so you're like a lion
 * when one sees you from behind and meets you in the daytime!
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 Now we shall see if you answer as last time!
 * [Calls out towards the SPHINX.]
 * Hei, Boyg, who are you?

A VOICE [behind the SPHINX].
 * Ach, Sphinx, wer bist du?

PEER
 * What! Echo answers in German! How strange!

THE VOICE
 * Wer bist du?

PEER
 * It speaks it quite fluently too!
 * That observation is new, and my own.
 * [Notes in his book.]
 * "Echo in German. Dialect, Berlin."
 * [BEGRIFFENFELDT COMES OUT from behind the SPHINX.]

BEGRIFFENFELDT
 * A man!

PEER
 * Oh, then it was he that was chattering.
 * [Notes again.]
 * "Arrived in the sequel at other results."

BEGRIFFENFELDT [with all sorts of restless antics].
 * Excuse me, mein Herr-! Eine Lebensfrage-!
 * What brings you to this place precisely to-day?

PEER
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 BEGRIFFENFELDT
 * What? The Sphinx-?

PEER [nods].
 * Yes, I knew him in days gone by.

BEGRIFFENFELDT
 * Famos!-And that after such a night!
 * My temples are hammering as though they would burst!
 * You know him, man! Answer! Say on! Can you tell
 * what he is?

PEER
 * What he is? Yes, that's easy enough.
 * He's himself.

BEGRIFFENFELDT [with a bound].
 * Ha, the riddle of life lightened forth
 * in a flash to my vision!-It's certain he is
 * himself?

PEER
 * Yes, he says so, at any rate.

BEGRIFFENFELDT
 * Himself! Revolution! thine hour is at hand!
 * [Takes off his hat.]
 * Your name, pray, mein Herr?

PEER
 * I was christened Peer Gynt.

BEGRIFFENFELDT


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 [in rapt admiration].
 * Peer Gynt! Allegoric! I might have foreseen it.-
 * Peer Gynt? That must clearly imply: The Unknown,-
 * the Comer whose coming was foretold to me-

PEER
 * What, really? And now you are here to meet-?

BEGRIFFENFELDT
 * Peer Gynt! Profound! Enigmatic! Incisive!
 * Each word, as it were, an abysmal lesson!
 * What are you?

PEER [modestly].
 * I've always endeavoured to be
 * myself. For the rest, here's my passport, you see.

BEGRIFFENFELDT
 * Again that mysterious word at the bottom.
 * [Seizes him by the wrist.]
 * To Cairo! The Interpreters' Kaiser is found!

PEER
 * Kaiser?

BEGRIFFENFELDT
 * Come on!

PEER
 * Am I really known-?

BEGRIFFENFELDT [dragging him away].
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 ===SCENE THIRTEENTH=== [In Cairo. A large courtyard, surrounded by high walls and buildings. Barred windows; iron cages.] [THREE KEEPERS in the courtyard. A FOURTH comes in.] THE NEW-COMER
 * Schafmann, say, where's the director gone?

A KEEPER
 * He drove out this morning some time before dawn.

THE FIRST
 * I think something must have occurred to annoy him;
 * for last night-

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

[BEGRIFFENFELDT leads PEER GYNT in, locks the gate, and puts the key in his pocket.] PEER [to himself].
 * Indeed an exceedingly gifted man;
 * almost all that he says is beyond comprehension.
 * [Looks around.]
 * So this is the Club of the Savants, eh?

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 of them;-
 * the group of Interpreters threescore and ten;
 * it's been lately increased by a hundred and sixty-
 * [Shouts to the KEEPERS.]
 * Mikkel, Schlingelberg, Schafmann, Fuchs,-
 * into the cages with you at once!

THE KEEPERS
 * We!

BEGRIFFENFELDT
 * Who else, pray? Get in, get in!
 * When the world twirls around, we must twirl with it too.
 * [Forces them into a cage.]
 * He's arrived this morning, the mighty Peer;-
 * the rest you can guess,-I need say no more.
 * [Locks the cage door, and throws the key into a well.]

PEER
 * But, my dear Herr Doctor and Director, pray-?

BEGRIFFENFELDT Neither one nor the other! I was before-
 * Herr Peer, are you secret? I must ease my heart-

PEER [with increasing uneasiness].
 * What is it?

BEGRIFFENFELDT
 * Promise you will not tremble.

PEER
 * I will do my best, but-

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 raws him into a corner, and whispers].
 * The Absolute Reason
 * departed this life at eleven last night.

PEER
 * God help me-!

BEGRIFFENFELDT
 * Why, yes, it's extremely deplorable.
 * And as I'm placed, you see, it is doubly unpleasant;
 * for this institution has passed up to now
 * for what's called a madhouse.

PEER
 * A madhouse, ha!

BEGRIFFENFELDT
 * Not now, understand!

PEER [softly, pale with fear].
 * Now I see what the place is!
 * And the man is mad;-and there's none that knows it!
 * [Tries to steal away.]

BEGRIFFENFELDT [following him].
 * However, I hope you don't misunderstand me?
 * When I said he was dead, I was talking stuff.
 * He's beside himself. Started clean out of his skin,-
 * just like my compatriot Munchausen's fox.

PEER
 * Excuse me a moment-

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 ding him back].
 * I meant like an eel;-
 * it was not like a fox. A needle through his eye;-
 * and he writhed on the wall-

PEER
 * Where can rescue be found!

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

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

BEGRIFFENFELDT
 * Now it's patent, and can't be dissimulated,
 * that this from-himself-going must have for result
 * a complete revolution by sea and land.
 * The persons one hitherto reckoned as mad,
 * you see, became normal last night at eleven,
 * accordant with Reason in its newest phase.
 * And more, if the matter be rightly regarded,
 * it's patent that, at the aforementioned hour,
 * the sane folks, so called, began forthwith to rave.

PEER
 * You mentioned the hour, sir, my time is but scant-

BEGRIFFENFELDT
 * Your time, did you say? There you jog my remembrance!
 * [Opens a door and calls out.]
 * Come forth all! The time that shall be is proclaimed!
 * Reason is dead and gone; long live Peer Gynt!


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 PEER
 * Now, my dear good fellow-!

[The LUNATICS come one by one, and at intervals, into the courtyard.] BEGRIFFENFELDT
 * Good morning! Come forth,
 * and hail the dawn of emancipation!
 * Your Kaiser has come to you!

PEER
 * Kaiser?

BEGRIFFENFELDT
 * Of course!

PEER
 * But the honour's so great, so entirely excessive-

BEGRIFFENFELDT
 * Oh, do not let any false modesty sway you
 * at an hour such as this.

PEER
 * But at least give me time-!
 * No, indeed, I'm not fit; I'm completely dumbfounded!

BEGRIFFENFELDT
 * A man who has fathomed the Sphinx's meaning!
 * A man who's himself!

PEER
 * Ay, but that's just the rub.
 * It's true that in everything I am myself;
 * but here the point is, if I follow your meaning,
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 BEGRIFFENFELDT
 * Outside? No, there you are strangely mistaken!
 * It's here, sir, that one is oneself with a vengeance;
 * oneself, and nothing whatever besides.
 * We go, full sail, as our very selves.
 * Each one shuts himself up in the barrel of self,
 * in the self-fermentation he dives to the bottom,-
 * with the self-bung he seals it hermetically,
 * and seasons the staves in the well of self.
 * No one has tears for the other's woes;
 * no one has mind for the other's ideas.
 * We're our very selves, both in thought and tone,
 * ourselves to the spring-board's uttermost verge,-
 * and so, if a Kaiser's to fill the throne,
 * it is clear that you are the very man.

PEER
 * O would that the devil-!

BEGRIFFENFELDT
 * Come, don't be cast down;
 * almost all things in nature are new at the first.
 * "Oneself;"-come, here you shall see an example;
 * I'll choose you at random the first man that comes
 * [To a gloomy figure.]
 * Good-day, Huhu! Well, my boy, wandering round
 * for ever with misery's impress upon you?

HUHU
 * Can I help it, when the people,
 * race by race, dies untranslated?
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 ten? PEER [bowing].
 * Oh, by all means!

HUHU
 * Lend your ear then.-
 * Eastward far, like brow-borne garlands,
 * lie the Malabarish seaboards.
 * Hollanders and Portugueses
 * compass all the land with culture.
 * There, moreover, swarms are dwelling
 * of the pure-bred Malabaris.
 * These have muddled up the language,
 * they now lord it in the country.-
 * But in long-departed ages
 * there the orang-outang was ruler.
 * He, the forest's lord and master,
 * freely fought and snarled in freedom.
 * As the hand of nature shaped him,
 * just so grinned he, just so gaped he.
 * He could shriek unreprehended;
 * he was ruler in his kingdom.-
 * Ah, but then the foreign yoke came,
 * marred the forest-tongue primeval.
 * Twice two hundred years of darkness
 * brooded o'er the race of monkeys;
 * and, you know, nights so protracted
 * bring a people to a standstill.-
 * Mute are now the wood-notes primal;
 * grunts and growls are heard no longer;-
 * if we'd utter our ideas,
 * it must be by means of language.
 * What constraint on all and sundry!
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 alf-caste race and Malabaris,
 * all alike must suffer by it.-
 * I have tried to fight the battle
 * of our real, primal wood-speech,-
 * tried to bring to life its carcass,-
 * proved the people's right of shrieking,-
 * shrieked myself, and shown the need of
 * shrieks in poems for the people.-
 * Scantly, though, my work is valued.-
 * Now I think you grasp my sorrow.
 * Thanks for lending me a hearing;-
 * have you counsel, let me hear it!

PEER [softly].
 * It is written: Best be howling
 * with the wolves that are about you.
 * [Aloud.]
 * Friend, if I remember rightly,
 * there are bushes in Morocco,
 * where orang-outangs in plenty
 * live with neither bard nor spokesman;-
 * their speech sounded Malabarish;-
 * it was classical and pleasing.
 * Why don't you, like other worthies,
 * emigrate to serve your country?

HUHU
 * Thanks for lending me a hearing;-
 * I will do as you advise me.
 * [With a large gesture.]
 * East! thou hast disowned thy singer!
 * West! thou hast orang-outangs still!
 * [Goes.]

BEGRIFFENFELDT
 * Well, was he himself? I should rather think so.
 * He's filled with his own affairs, simply