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It's the Boyg that's unwounded, and the Boyg that was hurt,
it's the Boyg that is dead, and the Boyg that's alive.

PEER [throws away the branch].

The weapon is troll-smeared; but I have my fists!
[Fights his way forward.]

THE VOICE

Ay, trust to your fists, lad, trust to your body.
Hee-hee, Peer Gynt, so you'll reach the summit.

PEER [falling back again].

Forward or back, and it's just as far;-
out or in, and it's just as strait!
He is there! And there! And he's round the bend!
No sooner I'm out than I'm back in the ring.-
Name who you are! Let me see you! What are you?

THE VOICE

The Boyg.

PEER [groping around].

Not dead, not living; all slimy; misty.
Not so much as a shape! It's as bad as to battle
in a cluster of snarling, half-wakened bears!
[Screams.]
Strike back at me, can't you!

THE VOICE