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 * The spirit you're ready to own with your lips,
 * but in fact nothing counts that your fists cannot handle.
 * So you really think, then, that lust matters nought?
 * Wait; you shall soon have ocular proof of it-

PEER
 * You don't catch me with a bait of lies!

THE GREEN-CLAD ONE
 * My Peer, ere the year's out, you'll be a father.

PEER
 * Open doors! let me go!

THE OLD MAN
 * In a he-goat's skin,
 * you shall have the brat after you.

PEER [mopping the sweat off his brow].
 * Would I could waken!

THE OLD MAN
 * Shall we send him to the palace?

PEER
 * You can send him to the parish!

THE OLD MAN
 * Well well, Prince Peer; that's your own look-out.
 * But one thing's certain, what's done is done;
 * and your offspring, too, will be sure to grow;
 * such mongrels shoot up amazingly fast-