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

SCENE EIGHTH.

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

 comes galloping across the desert, on his white horse, with before him on his saddle-bow.

Let be, or I'll bite you!

You little rogue!

What would you?

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

For shame! An old prophet like you!

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

Let me go! I want to go home!