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 * Where I come from, there smiles are prized
 * as highly as pathetic style.

PEER
 * All has its time; what fits the taxman,
 * so says the text, would damn the bishop.

THE PASSENGER
 * The host whose dust inurned has slumbered
 * treads not on week-days the cothurnus.

PEER
 * Avaunt thee, bugbear! Man, begone!
 * I will not die! I must ashore!

THE PASSENGER
 * Oh, as for that, be reassured;-
 * one dies not midmost of Act Five.
 * [Glides away.]

PEER
 * Ah, there he let it out at last;-
 * he was a sorry moralist.

SCENE THIRD
[Churchyard in a high-lying mountain parish.] [A funeral is going on. By the grave, the PRIEST and a gathering of people. The last verse of the psalm is being sung. PEER GYNT passes by on the road.] PEER [at the gate].
 * Here's a countryman going the way of all flesh.
 * God be thanked that it isn't me.
 * [Enters the churchyard.]

THE PRIEST [spea