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SCENE FIRST=== [On board a ship on the North Sea, off the Norwegian coast. Sunset. Stormy weather.] [PEER GYNT, a vigorous old man, with grizzled hair and beard, is standing aft on the poop. He is dressed half sailor-fashion, with a pea-jacket and long boots. His clothing is rather the worse for wear; he himself is weather-beaten, and has a somewhat harder expression. The CAPTAIN is standing beside the steersman at the wheel. The crew are forward.] PEER GYNT [leans with his arms on the bulwark, and gazes towards the
- land].
- Look at Hallingskarv in his winter furs;-
- he's ruffling it, old one, in the evening glow.
- The Jokel, his brother, stands behind him askew;
- he's got his green ice-mantle still on his back.
- The Flogefann, now, she is mighty fine,-
- lying there like a maiden in spotless white.
- Don't you be madcaps, old boys that you are!
- Stand where you stand; you're but granite knobs.
THE CAPTAIN [shouts forward].
- Two hands to the wheel, and the lantern aloft!
