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 Balmy night is made for music;
 * music is our common sphere;
 * in the act of singing, we are
 * we, Peer Gynt and nightingale.
 * And the maiden's very sleeping
 * is my passion's crowning bliss;-
 * for the lips protruded o'er the
 * beaker yet untasted quite-
 * but she's coming, I declare!
 * After all, it's best she should.

ANITRA [from the tent].
 * Master, call'st thou in the night?

PEER
 * Yes indeed, the Prophet calls.
 * I was wakened by the cat
 * with a furious hunting-hubbub-

ANITRA
 * Ah, not hunting-noises, Master;
 * it was something much, much worse.

PEER
 * What, then, was't?

ANITRA
 * Oh, spare me!

PEER
 * Speak.

ANITRA
 * Oh, I blush to-

PEER [approaching].
 * Was it, mayhap,
 * that which filled me so completely
 * when I let you have my opal?

ANITRA [horrifi