Monsieur Ballon.
A scurvy business—but—enfin![1]
[Follows the others.
Trumpeterstråle. I'll have to follow, I suppose,— But I protest to all the world ![2] [Follows.
SCENE SECOND. Another part of the coast. Moonlight with drifting clouds. The yacht is seen far out, under full steam.
Peer Gynt comes running along the beach; now pinching his arms, now gazing out to sea.
Peer.
A nightmare!—Delusion!—I'll soon be awake!
She's standing to sea! And at furious speed!—
Mere delusion! I'm sleeping! I'm dizzy and drunk! [Clenches his hands.
It's not possible I should be going to die!
[Tearing his hair.
A dream! I'm determined it shall be a dream!
Oh, horror! It's only too real, worse luck!
My brute-beasts of friends ! Do but hear me, oh Lord!
Since though art so wise and so righteous ! Oh judge ! [With upstretched arms.