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PEER

And where is he now, this remarkable man?

AN ELDERLY MAN

He fared over seas to a foreign land;
it went ill with him there, as one well might foresee;-
it's many a year now since he was hanged.

PEER

Hanged! Ay, ay! Why, I thought as much;
our lamented Peer Gynt was himself to the last.
[Bows.]
Good-bye,-and best thanks for to-day's merry meeting.
[Goes a few steps, but stops again.]
You joyous youngsters, you comely lasses,-
shall I pay my shot with a traveller's tale?

SEVERAL VOICES

Yes; do you know any?

PEER

Nothing more easy.-
[He comes nearer; a look of strangeness comes over him.]
I was gold-digging once in San Francisco.
There were mountebanks swarming all over the town.
One with his toes could perform on the fiddle;
another could dance a Spanish halling on his knees;
a third, I was told, kept on making verses
while his brain-pan was having a hole bored right through i