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 :Grane, my steed;
 * who bids?

ONE OF THE CROWD
 * Where's he running?

PEER
 * Why, far in the west!
 * Near the sunset, my lads! Ah, that courser can fly
 * as fast, ay, as fast as Peer Gynt could lie.

VOICES
 * What more have you got?

PEER
 * I've both rubbish and gold!
 * I bought it with ruin; I'll sell it at a loss.

A LAD
 * Put it up!

PEER
 * A dream of a silver-clasped book!
 * That you can have for an old hook and eye.

THE LAD
 * To the devil with dreams!

PEER
 * Here's my Kaiserdom!
 * I throw it in the midst of you; scramble for it!

THE LAD
 * Is the crown given in?