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PEER
- Well well, give me time; I will find out a parson,
- confess with all speed, and then bring you his voucher.
THE BUTTON-MOULDER
- Ay, if you can bring me that, then it is clear
- you escape this business of the casting-ladle.
- But Peer, I'd my orders-
PEER
- The paper is old;
- it dates no doubt from a long past period;-
- at one time I lived with disgusting slackness,
- went playing the prophet, and trusted in Fate.
- Well, may I try?
THE BUTTON-MOULDER
- But-!
PEER
- My dear fellow,
- I'm sure you can't have so much to do.
- Here, in this district, the air is so bracing,
- it adds an ell to the people's ages.
- Recollect what the Justedal parson wrote:
- "It's seldom that any one dies in this valley."
THE BUTTON-MOULDER
- To the next cross-roads then; but not a step further.
PEER
- A priest I must catch, if it be with the tongs.
- [He starts running.]
