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Oh no, That you're certainly not; for I've heard the most on't From my grandfather

Liar! It happened to me!

Yes, like everything else.

[With a fling.]

I can ride, I can, Clean through the air, on the bravest of steeds! Oh, many's the thing I can do, I tell you!

[Another roar of laughter.

Peer, ride through the air a bit!

Do, dear Peer Gynt!

You may spare you the trouble of begging so hard. I will ride like a hurricane over you all! Every man in the parish shall fall at my feet!

Now he is clean off his head.

The dolt!