Young Peer Gynt is the maddest wag;—
He knows not what foot he shall stand upon.
Pooh, says Peer;—pooh, never mind!
Young Peer Gynt is the maddest wag!
Anitra.
What joy when the Prophet steps forth in the dance!
Peer.
Oh, bother the Prophet!—Suppose we change clothes!
Heisa! Strip off!
Anitra.
Your caftan were too long,
Your girdle too wide, and your stockings too tight
Peer.
Eh bien![1] [Kneels down.
But vouchsafe me a vehement sorrow;—
To a heart full of love, it is sweet to suffer!
Listen; as soon as we're home at my castle
Anitra.
In your Paradise;—have we far to ride?
Peer.
Oh, a thousand miles or
Anitra.
Too far!
Peer.
Oh, listen;—
You shall have the soul that I promised you once
- ↑ So in original.
