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 his arms over his breast].
 * My father he thieved;
 * so his son must be thieving.

THE RECEIVER
 * My father received;
 * so his son keeps receiving.

THE THIEF
 * Thy lot shalt thou bear still;
 * thyself shalt thou be still.

THE RECEIVER [listening].
 * Steps in the brushwood!
 * Flee, flee! But where?

THE THIEF
 * The cavern is deep,
 * and the Prophet great!

[They make off, leaving the booty behind them. The horsemen gradually disappear in the distance.] PEER GYNT [enters, cutting a reed whistle].
 * What a delectable morning-tide!-
 * The dung-beetle's rolling his ball in the dust;
 * the snail creeps out of his dwelling-house.
 * The morning; ay, it has gold in its mouth.-
 * It's a wonderful power, when you think of it,
 * that