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 * Mother! Have you gone out of your wits-?
 * [Goes to the head of the bed.]
 * You mustn't lie there and stare so-!
 * Speak, mother; it's I, your boy!

[Feels her forehead and hands cautiously; then throws the string on the chair, and says softly:]
 * Ay, ay!-You can rest yourself, Grane;
 * for even now the journey's done.
 * [Closes her eyes, and bends over her.]
 * For all of your days I thank you,
 * for beatings and lullabies!-
 * But see, you must thank me back, now-
 * [Presses his cheek against her mouth]
 * There; that was the driver's fare.

THE COTTAR'S WIFE [entering].
 * What? Peer! Ah, then we are over
 * the worst of the sorrow and need!
 * Dear Lord, but she's sleeping soundly-
 * or can she be-?

PEER
 * Hush; she is dead.

[KARI weeps beside the body; PEER GYNT walks up and down the room for some time; at last he stops beside the bed.] PEER
 * See mother buried with honour.
 * I must try to fare forth from here.

KARI
 * Are you faring afar?