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And lightly enough I can slip my cable
from these your Dovrefied ways of life.
I am willing to swear that a cow is a maid;
an oath one can always eat up again:-
but to know that one never can free oneself,
that one can't even die like a decent soul;
to live as a hill-troll for all one's days-
to feel that one never can beat a retreat,-
as the book has it, that's what your heart is set on;
but that is a thing I can never agree to.

THE OLD MAN

Now, sure as I live, I shall soon lose my temper;
and then I am not to be trifled with.
You pasty-faced loon! Do you know who I am?
First with my daughter you make too free-

PEER

There you lie in your throat!

THE OLD MAN

You must marry her.

PEER

Do you dare to accuse me-?

THE OLD MAN

What? Can you deny
that you lusted for her in heart and eye?

PEER [with a snort of contempt].

No more? Who the deuce cares a straw for that?

THE OLD MAN

It's ever the same with this humankin