Peer.
I can say what I will; and my sword can smite!
Mind yourself! Hu, hei, now the blow falls crushing!
King Saul slew hundreds; Peer Gynt slew thousands! [Cutting and slashing.
Who <g>are</g> you?
The Voice.
Myself.
Peer.
That stupid reply
You may spare; it doesn't clear up the matter.
<g>What</g> are you?
The Voice.
The great Boyg.[1]
Peer.
Ah, indeed!
The riddle was black; now I'd call it grey.
Clear the way then, Boyg!
The Voice.
Go roundabout, Peer!
Peer.
No, through! [Cuts and slashes.
There he fell!
[Tries to advance, but strikes against something.
Ho ho, are there more here?
The Voice.
The Boyg, Peer Gynt! the one only one
- ↑ See Introduction and Appendix.
