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Of the loveliest straw. It will fit whoever first puts it on. Hei, there is more yet! An addled egg! A madman's grey hair! And the Prophet's beard! All these shall be his that will show on the hillside A post that has writ on it; Here lies your path!

[Who has come up.]

You're carrying on, my good man, so that almost I think that your path will lead straight to the lock-up.

[Hat in hand.]

Quite likely. But, tell me, who was Peer Gynt?

Oh, nonsense

Your pardon! Most humbly I beg!

Oh, he's said to have been an abominable liar

A liar?

Yes—all that was strong and great He made believe always that he had done it. But, excuse me, friend—I have other duties

[Goes.