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er the world, and will baptise to liberty
- the beautiful, thrall-bounden coasts that shall be.
- I must on! To find capital, eastward or west!
- My kingdom-well, half of it, say-for a horse!
- [The horse in the cleft neighs.]
- A horse! Ay, and robes!-jewels too,-and a sword!
- [Goes closer.]
- It can't be! It is though-! But how? I have read,
- I don't quite know where, that the will can move mountains;-
- but how about moving a horse as well-?
- Pooh! Here stands the horse, that's a matter of fact;
- for the rest, why, ab esse ad posse, et cetera.
- [Puts on the dress and looks down at it.]
- Sir Peter-a Turk, too, from top to toe!
- Well, one never knows what may happen to one.-
- Gee-up, now, Grane, my trusty steed!
- [Mounts the horse.]
- Gold-slipper stirrups beneath my feet!-
- You may know the great by their riding-gear!
- [Gallops off into the desert.]
SCENE SIXTH
[The tent of an Arab chief, standing alone on an oasis.] [PEER GYNT, in his Eastern dress, resting on cushions. He is drinking coffee, and smoking a long pipe. ANITRA, and a bevy of GIRLS, dancing and singing before him.] CHORUS OF GIRLS
- The Prophet is come!
- The Prophet, the Lord, the All-Knowing One,
- to us, to us
