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 Be my spokesman. You're so clever; Talk to him, the old curmudgeon; Say Mads Moen's good for nothing

Put me down!

And tell him then What a rare lad is Peer Gynt.

Truly, you may swear to that! Fine's the character I'll give you. Through and through I'll show you up; All about your devil's pranks I will tell them straight and plain

Will you?

[Kicking with rage.]

I won't stay my tongue Till the old man sets his dog At you, as you were a tramp!

H'm; then I must go alone.

Ay, but I'll come after you!

Mother dear, you haven't strength