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Peer.
What stuff is this?
Von Eberkopf.
We now see gathered
In glory all the Gyntish host
Of wishes, appetites, and desires!
Monsieur Ballon.
[Admiringly.]
So this is being Monsieur[1] Gynt!
Von Eberkopf.
[In the same tone.]
This I call being Gynt with honour!
Peer.
But tell me?
Monsieur Ballon.
Don't you understand?
Peer.
May I be hanged if I begin to!
Monsieur Ballon.
What? Are you not upon your way
To join the Greeks, with ship and money?
Peer.
[Contemptuously.]
No, many thanks! I side with strength,
And lend my money to the Turks.
Monsieur Ballon.
Impossible!
- ↑ So in original.
