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The Boyg isn't mad. PEER
- Strike!
THE VOICE
- The Boyg strikes not.
PEER
- Fight! You shall
THE VOICE
- The great Boyg conquers, but does not fight.
PEER
- Were there only a nixie here that could prick me!
- Were there only as much as a year-old troll!
- Only something to fight with. But here there is nothing.-
- Now he's snoring! Boyg!
THE VOICE
- What's your will?
PEER
- Use force!
THE VOICE
- The great Boyg conquers in all things without it.
PEER [biting his own arms and hands].
- Claws and ravening teeth in my flesh!
- I must feel the drip of my own warm blood.
- [A sound is heard like the wing-strokes of great birds.]
BIRD-CRI
