He takes fatherly thought for my personal weal;—
[Casts a glance over the sea, and whispers with a sigh:
But economical—no, that he isn't!
SCENE THIRD. Night. An encampment of Moroccan troops on the edge of the desert. Watch-fires, with Soldiers resting by them.
A Slave.
[Enters, tearing his hair.]
Gone is the Emperor's milk-white charger! Another Slave.
[Enters, rending his garments.]
The Emperor's sacred robes are stolen! An Officer.
[Enters.]
A hundred stripes upon the foot-soles For all who fail to catch the robber!
[The troopers mount their horses, and gallop away in every direction.
SCENE FOURTH.
Daybreak. The grove of acacias and palms.
Peer Gynt in his tree with a broken branch in his hand, trying to beat off a swarm of monkeys.
Peer.
Confound it! A most disagreeable night.
[Laying about him.
