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Braggart!

Liar!

[Threatening them.]                  Ay, wait till you see! [Half drunk.]  Ay, wait; you'll soon get your jacket dusted! Your back beaten tender! Your eyes painted blue! [The crowd disperses, the elder men angry, the younger laughing and jeering.

[Close to .]

Peer, is it true you can ride through the air?

[Shortly.]

It's all true, Mads! You must know I'm a rare one!

Then have you got the Invisible Cloak too?

The Invisible Hat, do you mean? Yes, I have.

[''Turns away from him. crosses the yard, leading little .''