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 * Black it seems white, and ugly seems fair.

PEER
 * Big it seems little, and dirty seems clean.

THE GREEN-CLAD ONE [falling on his neck].
 * Ay, Peer, now I see that we fit, you and I!

PEER
 * Like the leg and the trouser, the hair and the comb.

THE GREEN-CLAD ONE [calls away over the hillside].
 * Bridal-steed! Bridal-steed! bridal-steed mine!

[A gigantic pig comes running in with a rope's end for a bridle and an old sack for a saddle. PEER GYNT vaults on its back, and seats the GREEN-CLAD ONE in front of him.] PEER
 * Hark-away! Through the Ronde-gate gallop we in!
 * Gee-up, gee-up, my courser fine!

THE GREEN-CLAD ONE [tenderly].
 * Ah, but lately I wandered and moped and pined-.
 * One never can tell what may happen to one!

PEER [thrashing the pig and trotting off].
 * You may know the great by their riding-gear!