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Let them waste; let it all be squandered!
- Peace, mother; what need we care!
- 'Tis the rich Jon Gynt gives the banquet;
- hurrah for the race of Gynt!
- What's all this bustle and hubbub?
- Why do they shout and bawl?
- The captain is calling the son in;-
- oh, the provost would drink my health.
- In then, Peer Gynt, to the judgment;
- it rings forth in song and shout:
- Peer Gynt, thou art come of great things,
- and great things shall come of thee!
[Leaps forward, but runs his head against a rock, falls, and remains stretched on the ground.]
SCENE FIFTH
[A hillside, wooded with great soughing trees. Stars are gleaming through the leaves; birds are singing in the tree-tops.] [A GREEN-CLAD WOMAN is crossing the hillside; PEER GYNT follows her, with all sorts of lover-like antics.] THE GREEN-CLAD ONE [stops and turns round].
- Is it true?
PEER [drawing his finger across his throat].
- As true as my name is Peer;-
- as true as that you are a lovely woman!
- Will you have me? You'll see what a fine man I'll be;
- you
