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 upon your Emperor's brow!
 * Victory on his Person's basis
 * has Peer Gynt this night achieved.

SCENE EIGHTH
[A caravan route. The oasis is seen far off in the background.] [PEER GYNT comes galloping across the desert on his white horse, with ANITRA before him on his saddle-bow.] ANITRA
 * Let be, or I'll bite you!

PEER
 * You little rogue!

ANITRA
 * What would you?

PEER
 * What would I? Play hawk and dove!
 * Run away with you! Frolic and frisk a bit!

ANITRA
 * For shame! An old prophet like you-!

PEER
 * Oh, stuff!
 * The prophet's not old at all, you goose!
 * Do you think all this is a sign of age?

ANITRA
 * Let me go! I want to go home!