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- My son, that "Enough," that most potent and sundering
- word, must be graven upon your escutcheon.
PEER [scratching his head].
- Well, but-
THE OLD MAN
- It must, if you here would be master!
PEER
- Oh well, let it pass; after all, it's no worse-
THE OLD MAN
- And next you must learn to appreciate
- our homely, everyday way of life.
[He beckons; two TROLLS with pigs'-heads, white night-caps, and so forth, bring in food and drink.]
- The cow gives cakes and the bullock mead;
- ask not if its taste be sour or sweet;
- the main matter is, and you mustn't forget it,
- it's all of it home-brewed.
PEER [pushing the things away from him].
- The devil fly off with your home-brewed drinks!
- I'll never get used to the ways of this land.
THE OLD MAN
- The bowl's given in, and it's fashioned of gold.
- Whoso owns the gold bowl, him my daughter holds dear.
PEER [pondering
