This page needs to be proofread.
].
- It is written: Thou shalt bridle the natural man;-
- and I daresay the drink may in time seem less sour.
- So be it!
- [Complies.]
THE OLD MAN
- Ay, that was sagaciously said.
- You spit?
PEER
- One must trust to the force of habit.
THE OLD MAN
- And next you must throw off your Christian-man's garb;
- for this you must know to our Dovre's renown:
- here all things are mountain-made, nought's from the dale,
- except the silk bow at the end of your tail.
PEER [indignant].
- I haven't a tail!
THE OLD MAN
- Then of course you must get one.
- See my Sunday-tail, Chamberlain, fastened to him.
PEER
- I'll be hanged if you do! Would you make me a fool!
THE OLD MAN
- None comes courting my child with no tail at his rear.
