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 * My son, that "Enough," that most potent and sundering
 * word, must be graven upon your escutcheon.

PEER [scratching his head].
 * Well, but-

THE OLD MAN
 * It must, if you here would be master!

PEER
 * Oh well, let it pass; after all, it's no worse-

THE OLD MAN
 * And next you must learn to appreciate
 * our homely, everyday way of life.

[He beckons; two TROLLS with pigs'-heads, white night-caps, and so forth, bring in food and drink.]
 * The cow gives cakes and the bullock mead;
 * ask not if its taste be sour or sweet;
 * the main matter is, and you mustn't forget it,
 * it's all of it home-brewed.

PEER [pushing the things away from him].
 * The devil fly off with your home-brewed drinks!
 * I'll never get used to the ways of this land.

THE OLD MAN
 * The bowl's given in, and it's fashioned of gold.
 * Whoso owns the gold bowl, him my daughter holds dear.

PEER [pondering