This page needs to be proofread.
the earth like to flaming steel!
- from the earth to His dwelling
- now the heirs' song ascendeth
- in the tongue of the kingdom of God.
PEER [crouches as in terror].
- Never look there! there all's desert and waste.-
- I fear I was dead long before I died.
[Tries to slink in among the bushes, but comes upon the cross-roads.] THE BUTTON-MOULDER
- Good morning, Peer Gynt! Where's the list of your sins?
PEER
- Do you think that I haven't been whistling and shouting
- as hard as I could?
THE BUTTON-MOULDER
- And met no one at all?
PEER
- Not a soul but a tramping photographer.
THE BUTTON-MOULDER
- Well, the respite is over.
PEER
- Ay, everything's over.
- The owl smells the daylight. just list to the hooting!
THE BUTTON-MOULDER
- It's the matin-bell ringing-
PEER [pointing
