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- The spirit you're ready to own with your lips,
- but in fact nothing counts that your fists cannot handle.
- So you really think, then, that lust matters nought?
- Wait; you shall soon have ocular proof of it-
PEER
- You don't catch me with a bait of lies!
THE GREEN-CLAD ONE
- My Peer, ere the year's out, you'll be a father.
PEER
- Open doors! let me go!
THE OLD MAN
- In a he-goat's skin,
- you shall have the brat after you.
PEER [mopping the sweat off his brow].
- Would I could waken!
THE OLD MAN
- Shall we send him to the palace?
PEER
- You can send him to the parish!
THE OLD MAN
- Well well, Prince Peer; that's your own look-out.
- But one thing's certain, what's done is done;
- and your offspring, too, will be sure to grow;
- such mongrels shoot up amazingly fast-
