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ANITRA
- I don't care so much about having a soul;-
- give me rather-
PEER
- What, child?
ANITRA [pointing to his turban].
- That lovely opal
PEER [enchanted, handing her the jewel].
- Anitra! Anitra! true daughter of Eve!
- I feel thee magnetic; for I am a man.
- And, as a much-esteemed author has phrased it:
- "Das Ewig-Weibliche ziehet uns an!"
SCENE SEVENTH
[A moonlight night. The palm-grove outside ANITRA'S tent.] [PEER GYNT is sitting beneath a tree, with an Arabian lute in his hands. His beard and hair are clipped; he looks considerably younger.] PEER GYNT [plays and sings].
- I double-locked my Paradise,
- and took its key with me.
- The north-wind bore me seaward ho!
- while lovely women all forlorn
- wept on the ocean stran
