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 oon. ASE
 * I will lie back and close my eyes then,
 * and trust me to you, my boy!

PEER
 * Come up with you, Grane, my trotter!
 * In the castle the throng is great;
 * they bustle and swarm to the gateway.
 * Peer Gynt and his mother are here!
 * What say you, Master Saint Peter?
 * Shall mother not enter in?
 * You may search a long time, I tell you,
 * ere you find such an honest old soul.
 * Myself I don't want to speak of;
 * I can turn at the castle gate.
 * If you'll treat me, I'll take it kindly;
 * if not, I'll go off just as pleased.
 * I have made up as many flim-flams
 * as the devil at the pulpit-desk,
 * and called my old mother a hen, too,
 * because she would cackle and crow.
 * But her you shall honour and reverence,
 * and make her at home indeed;
 * there comes not a soul to beat her
 * from the parishes nowadays.-
 * Ho-ho; here comes God the Father!
 * Saint Peter! you're in for it now!
 * [In a deep voice.]
 * "Have done with these jack-in-office airs, sir;
 * Mother Ase shall enter free!"
 * [Laughs loudly, and turns towards his mother.]
 * Ay, didn't I know what would happen?
 * Now they dance to another tune!
 * [Uneasily.]
 * Why, what makes your eyes so glass