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 PEER
 * I can say what I will; and my sword can smite!
 * Mind yourself! Hu, hei, now the blow falls crushing!
 * King Saul slew hundreds; Peer Gynt slew thousands!
 * [Cutting and slashing.]
 * Who are you?

THE VOICE
 * Myself.

PEER
 * That stupid reply
 * you may spare; it doesn't clear up the matter.
 * What are you?

THE VOICE
 * The great Boyg.

PEER
 * Ah, indeed!
 * The riddle was black; now I'd call it grey.
 * Clear the way then, Boyg!

THE VOICE
 * Go roundabout, Peer!

PEER
 * No, through!
 * [Cuts and slashes.]
 * There he fell!
 * [Tries to advance, but strikes against something.]
 * Ho ho, are there more here?

THE VOICE
 * The Boyg, Peer Gynt! the one only on