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his arms over his breast].
- My father he thieved;
- so his son must be thieving.
THE RECEIVER
- My father received;
- so his son keeps receiving.
THE THIEF
- Thy lot shalt thou bear still;
- thyself shalt thou be still.
THE RECEIVER [listening].
- Steps in the brushwood!
- Flee, flee! But where?
THE THIEF
- The cavern is deep,
- and the Prophet great!
[They make off, leaving the booty behind them. The horsemen gradually disappear in the distance.] PEER GYNT [enters, cutting a reed whistle].
- What a delectable morning-tide!-
- The dung-beetle's rolling his ball in the dust;
- the snail creeps out of his dwelling-house.
- The morning; ay, it has gold in its mouth.-
- It's a wonderful power, when you think of it,
- that
