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 Let them waste; let it all be squandered!
 * Peace, mother; what need we care!
 * 'Tis the rich Jon Gynt gives the banquet;
 * hurrah for the race of Gynt!
 * What's all this bustle and hubbub?
 * Why do they shout and bawl?
 * The captain is calling the son in;-
 * oh, the provost would drink my health.
 * In then, Peer Gynt, to the judgment;
 * it rings forth in song and shout:
 * Peer Gynt, thou art come of great things,
 * and great things shall come of thee!

[Leaps forward, but runs his head against a rock, falls, and remains stretched on the ground.]

SCENE FIFTH
[A hillside, wooded with great soughing trees. Stars are gleaming through the leaves; birds are singing in the tree-tops.] [A GREEN-CLAD WOMAN is crossing the hillside; PEER GYNT follows her, with all sorts of lover-like antics.] THE GREEN-CLAD ONE [stops and turns round].
 * Is it true?

PEER [drawing his finger across his throat].
 * As true as my name is Peer;-
 * as true as that you are a lovely woman!
 * Will you have me? You'll see what a fine man I'll be;
 * you