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NSIEUR BALLON
- A scurvy business-but-enfin!
- [Follows the others.]
TRUMPETERSTRALE
- I'll have to follow, I suppose,-
- but I protest to all the world-!
- [Follows.]
SCENE SECOND
[Another part of the coast. Moonlight with drifting clouds. The yacht is seen far out, under full steam.] [PEER GYNT comes running along the beach; now pinching his arms, now gazing out to sea.] PEER
- A nightmare!-Delusion!-I'll soon be awake!
- She's standing to sea! And at furious speed!-
- Mere delusion! I'm sleeping! I'm dizzy and drunk!
- [Clenches his hands.]
- It's not possible I should be going to die!
- [Tearing his hair.]
- A dream! I'm determined it shall be a dream!
- Oh, horror! It's only too real, worse luck!
- My brute-beasts of friends-! Do but hear me, oh Lord!
- Since thou art so wise and so righteous-! Oh judge-!
- [With upstretched arms
