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 ried in a heap of imps].
 * Mother, help me, I die!
 * [Church-bells sound far away.]

THE IMPS
 * Bells in the mountain! The Black-Frock's cows!

[THE TROLLS take to flight, amid a confused uproar of yells and shrieks. The palace collapses; everything disappears.]

SCENE SEVENTH
[Pitch darkness.] [PEER GYNT is heard beating and slashing about him with a large bough.] PEER
 * Answer! Who are you?

A VOICE IN THE DARKNESS
 * Myself.

PEER
 * Clear the way!

THE VOICE
 * Go roundabout, Peer! The hill's roomy enough.

PEER [tries to force a passage at another place, but strikes against
 * something].
 * Who are you?

THE VOICE
 * Myself. Can you say the same?