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PEER
- It was down at the Cape.
THE LEAN ONE
- Di Buona Speranza?
PEER
- Just so; but he sails
- very shortly again, if I'm not mistaken.
THE LEAN ONE
- I must hurry off then without delay.
- I only hope I may catch him in time!
- That Cape of Good Hope-I could never abide it;-
- it's ruined by missionaries from Stavanger.
- [He rushes off southwards.]
PEER
- The stupid hound! There he takes to his heels
- with his tongue lolling out. He'll be finely sold.
- It delights me to humbug an ass like that.
- He to give himself airs, and to lord it forsooth!
- He's a mighty lot, truly, to swagger about!
- He'll scarcely grow fat at his present trade;-
- he'll soon drop from his perch with his whole apparatus.-
- Hm, I'm not over-safe in the saddle either;
- [A shooting star is seen; he nods after it.]
- I'm expelled, one may say, from self-owning nobility.
- Bear all hail from Peer Gynt, Brother Starry-Flas
