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oon. ASE
- I will lie back and close my eyes then,
- and trust me to you, my boy!
PEER
- Come up with you, Grane, my trotter!
- In the castle the throng is great;
- they bustle and swarm to the gateway.
- Peer Gynt and his mother are here!
- What say you, Master Saint Peter?
- Shall mother not enter in?
- You may search a long time, I tell you,
- ere you find such an honest old soul.
- Myself I don't want to speak of;
- I can turn at the castle gate.
- If you'll treat me, I'll take it kindly;
- if not, I'll go off just as pleased.
- I have made up as many flim-flams
- as the devil at the pulpit-desk,
- and called my old mother a hen, too,
- because she would cackle and crow.
- But her you shall honour and reverence,
- and make her at home indeed;
- there comes not a soul to beat her
- from the parishes nowadays.-
- Ho-ho; here comes God the Father!
- Saint Peter! you're in for it now!
- [In a deep voice.]
- "Have done with these jack-in-office airs, sir;
- Mother Ase shall enter free!"
- [Laughs loudly, and turns towards his mother.]
- Ay, didn't I know what would happen?
- Now they dance to another tune!
- [Uneasily.]
- Why, what makes your eyes so glass
