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BEGRIFFENFELDT
- What? The Sphinx-?
PEER [nods].
- Yes, I knew him in days gone by.
BEGRIFFENFELDT
- Famos!-And that after such a night!
- My temples are hammering as though they would burst!
- You know him, man! Answer! Say on! Can you tell
- what he is?
PEER
- What he is? Yes, that's easy enough.
- He's himself.
BEGRIFFENFELDT [with a bound].
- Ha, the riddle of life lightened forth
- in a flash to my vision!-It's certain he is
- himself?
PEER
- Yes, he says so, at any rate.
BEGRIFFENFELDT
- Himself! Revolution! thine hour is at hand!
- [Takes off his hat.]
- Your name, pray, mein Herr?
PEER
- I was christened Peer Gynt.
BEGRIFFENFELDT
