Peer.
[Buried in a heap of Imps.]
Mother, help me, I die
[Church bells sound far away.
The Imps. Bells in the mountain! The Black-Frock's cows!
[The Trolls take to flight, amid a confused uproar of yells and shrieks. The palace collapses; everything disappears.
SCENE SEVENTH.
Pitch darkness.
Peer Gynt is heard beating and slashing about him with a large bough.
Peer.
Answer! Who are you?
A Voice in the Darkness.
Myself.
Peer.
Clear the way!
The Voice.
Go roundabout, Peer! The hill's roomy enough.
Peer.
[Tries to force a passage at another place, but strikes
against something.]
Who are <g>you</g>?
The Voice.
Myself. Can you say the same?
