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 day—my brother Peter—slow of understanding, tenacious in prejudice

[Laughter, noise, and whistling. Mrs. Stockmann coughs. Aslaksen rings violently.

The Drunken Man.

[Who has come in again.] Is it me you're alluding to? Sure enough, my name's Petersen; but devil take me if

Angry Voices.

Out with that drunken man! Turn him out!

[The man is again turned out.

Burgomaster.

Who is that person?

A Bystander.

I don't know him, Burgomaster.

Another.

He doesn't belong to the town.

A Third.

I believe he's a timber-dealer from

[The rest is inaudible.

Aslaksen.

The man was evidently intoxicated.—Continue, Dr. Stockmann; but pray endeavour to be moderate.

Dr. Stockmann.

Well, fellow citizens, I shall say no more about our leading men. If any one imagines, from what I have just said, that it's these gentlemen I want to make short work of to-night, he is mistaken—altogether mistaken. For I cherish the comfortable