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EY
- Ay, true; but we know you were never dainty.
THE MAN IN MOURNING
- If only she doesn't give Death the slip-
THE MAN IN GREY
- Come, kinsman! A dram, for our kinship's sake!
THE MAN IN MOURNING
- To the deuce with your kinship! You're maundering in drink-
THE MAN IN GREY
- Oh, rubbish; blood's never so thin as all that;
- one cannot but feel one's akin to Peer Gynt.
- [Goes off with him.]
PEER [to himself].
- One meets with acquaintances.
A LAD [calls after the MAN IN MOURNING].
- Mother that's dead
- will be after you, Aslak, if you wet your whistle.
PEER [rises].
- The agriculturists' saying seems scarce to hold here:
- The deeper one harrows the better it smells.
A LAD [with a bear's skin].
- Look, the cat of the Dovre! Well, only his fell.
- It was he chased the trolls out on Christmas Eve.
ANOTHER [with
