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I can say what I will; and my sword can smite! Mind yourself! Hu, hei, now the blow falls crushing! King Saul slew hundreds; Peer Gynt slew thousands! [Cutting and slashing.

Who are you?

Myself.

That stupid reply You may spare; it doesn't clear up the matter. What are you?

The great Boyg.

Ah, indeed! The riddle was black; now I'd call it grey. Clear the way then, Boyg!

Go roundabout, Peer!

No, through! [Cuts and slashes.

There he fell!

[Tries to advance, but strikes against something.

Ho ho, are there more here?

The Boyg, Peer Gynt! the one only one