Begriffenfeldt.
[In rapt admiration.]
Peer Gynt! Allegoric! I might have foreseen it.—
Peer Gynt? That must clearly imply: The Unknown,—
The Comer whose coming was augured to me
Peer.
What, really? And now you are here to meet
Begriffenfeldt.
Peer Gynt! Profound! Enigmatic! Incisive!
Each word, as it were, an abysmal lesson!
What are you?
Peer.
[Modestly.]
I've always endeavoured to be
Myself. For the rest, here's my passport, you see.
Begriffenfeldt.
Again that mysterious word at the bottom.
[Seizes him by the wrist.
To Cairo! The Interpreters' Kaiser is found!
Peer.
Kaiser?
Begriffenfeldt.
Come on!
Peer.
Am I really known?
Begriffenfeldt.
[Dragging him away.]
The Interpreters' Kaiser—on the basis of Self!
