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 er the world, and will baptise to liberty
 * the beautiful, thrall-bounden coasts that shall be.
 * I must on! To find capital, eastward or west!
 * My kingdom-well, half of it, say-for a horse!
 * [The horse in the cleft neighs.]
 * A horse! Ay, and robes!-jewels too,-and a sword!
 * [Goes closer.]
 * It can't be! It is though-! But how? I have read,
 * I don't quite know where, that the will can move mountains;-
 * but how about moving a horse as well-?
 * Pooh! Here stands the horse, that's a matter of fact;
 * for the rest, why, ab esse ad posse, et cetera.
 * [Puts on the dress and looks down at it.]
 * Sir Peter-a Turk, too, from top to toe!
 * Well, one never knows what may happen to one.-
 * Gee-up, now, Grane, my trusty steed!
 * [Mounts the horse.]
 * Gold-slipper stirrups beneath my feet!-
 * You may know the great by their riding-gear!
 * [Gallops off into the desert.]

SCENE SIXTH
[The tent of an Arab chief, standing alone on an oasis.] [PEER GYNT, in his Eastern dress, resting on cushions. He is drinking coffee, and smoking a long pipe. ANITRA, and a bevy of GIRLS, dancing and singing before him.] CHORUS OF GIRLS
 * The Prophet is come!
 * The Prophet, the Lord, the All-Knowing One,
 * to us, to us