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[At a cross-road.]

Now comes the pinch, Peer, as never before! This Dovrish Enough has passed judgment upon you. The vessel's a wreck; one must float with the spars. All else; but to go to the scrap-heap—no, no!

[At the cross-road.]

Well now, Peer Gynt, have you found your voucher?

Is this, then, the cross-road? Well, that is short work!

I can see on your face, as it were on a signboard, The gist of the paper before I have read it.

I got tired of the hunt;—one might lose one's way

Yes; and what does it lead to, after all?

True enough; in the wood, and by night as well