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- In your left eye, first,
- I'll scratch you a bit, till you see awry;
- but all that you see will seem fine and brave.
- And then I'll just cut your right window-pane out-
PEER
- Are you drunk?
THE OLD MAN [lays a number of sharp instruments on the table].
- See, here are the glazier's tools.
- Blinkers you'll wear, like a raging bull.
- Then you'll recognise that your bride is lovely,-
- and ne'er will your vision be troubled, as now,
- with bell-cows harping and sows that dance.
PEER
- This is madman's talk!
THE OLDEST COURTIER
- It's the Dovre-King speaking;
- it's he that is wise, and it's you that are crazy!
THE OLD MAN
- Just think how much worry and mortification
- you'll thus escape from, year out, year in.
- You must remember, your eyes are the fountain
- of the bitter and searing lye of tears.
PEER
- That's true; and it says in our sermon-book:
- If thine eye offend thee, then pluck it out.
- But tell me, when will my sight heal up
- into human sight?
THE OLD M
