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 * Ay, true; but we know you were never dainty.

THE MAN IN MOURNING
 * If only she doesn't give Death the slip-

THE MAN IN GREY
 * Come, kinsman! A dram, for our kinship's sake!

THE MAN IN MOURNING
 * To the deuce with your kinship! You're maundering in drink-

THE MAN IN GREY
 * Oh, rubbish; blood's never so thin as all that;
 * one cannot but feel one's akin to Peer Gynt.
 * [Goes off with him.]

PEER [to himself].
 * One meets with acquaintances.

A LAD [calls after the MAN IN MOURNING].
 * Mother that's dead
 * will be after you, Aslak, if you wet your whistle.

PEER [rises].
 * The agriculturists' saying seems scarce to hold here:
 * The deeper one harrows the better it smells.

A LAD [with a bear's skin].
 * Look, the cat of the Dovre! Well, only his fell.
 * It was he chased the trolls out on Christmas Eve.

ANOTHER [with