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Begriffenfeldt.
What? The Sphinx?
Peer.
[Nods.]
Yes, I knew him in days gone by.
Begriffenfeldt.
Famos![1]—And that after such a night!
My temples are hammering as though they would burst!
You know him, man! Answer! Say on! Can you tell
What he is?
Peer.
What he is? Yes, that's easy enough.
He's <g>himself</g>.
Begriffenfeldt.
[With a bound.]
Ha, the riddle of life lightened forth
In a flash to my vision!—It's certain he is
Himself?
Peer.
Yes, he says so, at any rate.
Begriffenfeldt.
Himself! Revolution! thine hour is at hand!
[Takes off his hat.
Your name, pray, mein Herr?[1]
Peer.
I was christened Peer Gynt.
- ↑ So in original.
