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 BEGRIFFENFELDT
 * What? The Sphinx-?

PEER [nods].
 * Yes, I knew him in days gone by.

BEGRIFFENFELDT
 * Famos!-And that after such a night!
 * My temples are hammering as though they would burst!
 * You know him, man! Answer! Say on! Can you tell
 * what he is?

PEER
 * What he is? Yes, that's easy enough.
 * He's himself.

BEGRIFFENFELDT [with a bound].
 * Ha, the riddle of life lightened forth
 * in a flash to my vision!-It's certain he is
 * himself?

PEER
 * Yes, he says so, at any rate.

BEGRIFFENFELDT
 * Himself! Revolution! thine hour is at hand!
 * [Takes off his hat.]
 * Your name, pray, mein Herr?

PEER
 * I was christened Peer Gynt.

BEGRIFFENFELDT