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 MAN, bent with age, with a staff in his hand and a bag on his back, is trudging in front of him.] THE OLD MAN [stops].
 * Dear, kind sir-a trifle to a houseless soul!

PEER
 * Excuse me; I've got no small change in my pocket-

THE OLD MAN
 * Prince Peer! Oh, to think we should meet again-!

PEER
 * Who are you?

THE OLD MAN
 * You forget the Old Man in the Ronde?

PEER
 * Why, you're never-?

THE OLD MAN
 * The King of the Dovre, my boy!

PEER
 * The Dovre-King? Really? The Dovre-king? Speak!

THE OLD MAN
 * Oh, I've come terribly down in the world-!

PEER
 * Ruined?

THE OLD MAN
 * Ay, plundered of every stiver.
 * Here am I tramping it, starved as a wolf.

PEER
 * Hur