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 Let them waste; let it all be squandered! Peace, mother; what need we care! 'Tis the rich Jon Gynt gives the banquet; Hurrah for the race of Gynt! What's all this bustle and hubbub? Why do they shout and bawl? The captain is calling the son in;— Oh, the provost would drink my health. In then, Peer Gynt, to the judgment; It rings forth in song and shout: Peer Gynt, thou art come of great things, And great things shall come of thee!

[Leaps forward, but runs his head against a rock, falls, and remains stretched on the ground.

SCENE FIFTH.

''A hillside, wooded with great soughing trees. Stars are gleaming through the leaves; birds are singing in the tree-tops.''

A is crossing the hillside;  follows her, with all sorts of lover-like antics.

[Stops and turns round.]

Is it true?

[Drawing his finger across his throat.]

As true as my name is Peer;— As true as that you are a lovely woman! Will you have me? You'll see what a fine man I'll be;