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 PEER
 * It was down at the Cape.

THE LEAN ONE
 * Di Buona Speranza?

PEER
 * Just so; but he sails
 * very shortly again, if I'm not mistaken.

THE LEAN ONE
 * I must hurry off then without delay.
 * I only hope I may catch him in time!
 * That Cape of Good Hope-I could never abide it;-
 * it's ruined by missionaries from Stavanger.
 * [He rushes off southwards.]

PEER
 * The stupid hound! There he takes to his heels
 * with his tongue lolling out. He'll be finely sold.
 * It delights me to humbug an ass like that.
 * He to give himself airs, and to lord it forsooth!
 * He's a mighty lot, truly, to swagger about!
 * He'll scarcely grow fat at his present trade;-
 * he'll soon drop from his perch with his whole apparatus.-
 * Hm, I'm not over-safe in the saddle either;
 * [A shooting star is seen; he nods after it.]
 * I'm expelled, one may say, from self-owning nobility.
 * Bear all hail from Peer Gynt, Brother Starry-Flas