Let them waste; let it all be squandered!
Peace, mother; what need we care!
'Tis the rich Jon Gynt gives the banquet;
Hurrah for the race of Gynt!
What's all this bustle and hubbub?
Why do they shout and bawl?
The captain is calling the son in;—
Oh, the provost would drink my health.
In then, Peer Gynt, to the judgment;
It rings forth in song and shout:
Peer Gynt, thou art come of great things,
And great things shall come of thee!
[Leaps forward, but runs his head against a rock, falls, and remains stretched on the ground.
SCENE FIFTH.
A hillside, wooded with great soughing trees. Stars are gleaming through the leaves; birds are singing in the tree-tops.
A Green-clad Woman is crossing the hillside; Peer Gynt follows her, with all sorts of lover-like antics.
The Green-clad One.
[Stops and turns round.]
Is it true?
Peer.
[Drawing his finger across his throat.]
As true as my name is Peer;—
As true as that you are a lovely woman!
Will you have me? You'll see what a fine man I'll be;
