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ried in a heap of imps].
- Mother, help me, I die!
- [Church-bells sound far away.]
THE IMPS
- Bells in the mountain! The Black-Frock's cows!
[THE TROLLS take to flight, amid a confused uproar of yells and shrieks. The palace collapses; everything disappears.]
SCENE SEVENTH
[Pitch darkness.] [PEER GYNT is heard beating and slashing about him with a large bough.] PEER
- Answer! Who are you?
A VOICE IN THE DARKNESS
- Myself.
PEER
- Clear the way!
THE VOICE
- Go roundabout, Peer! The hill's roomy enough.
PEER [tries to force a passage at another place, but strikes against
- something].
- Who are you?
THE VOICE
- Myself. Can you say the same?
