The Girls.
Are you such a lad, eh?
Peer.
You shall judge for yourselves!
First Girl.
To the hut! To the hut!
Second Girl.
We have mead!
Peer.
Let it flow!
Third Girl.
No cot shall stand empty this Saturday night!
Second Girl.
[Kissing him.]
He sparkles and glisters like white-heated iron. Third Girl
[Doing likewise.]
Like a baby's eyes from the blackest tarn. Peer.
[Dancing in the midst of them.]
Heavy of heart and wanton of mind. The eyes full of laughter, the throat of tears! The Girls.
[Making mocking gestures towards the mountain-tops, screaming and singing.]
Trond of the Valfjeld! Bård and Kårë! Troll-pack!—To-night who shall sleep in our arms?
[They dance away over the heights, with Peer Gynt in their midst.
