He's himself in all that comes out of him,—
Himself, just because he's beside himself.
Come here! Now I'll show you another one
Who's no less, since last evening, accordant with Reason.
[To a Fellah, with a mummy on his back.
King Apis, how goes it, my mighty lord?
The Fellah.
[Wildly, to Peer Gynt.]
Am I King Apis?
Peer.
[Getting behind the Doctor.]
I'm sorry to say
I'm not quite at home in the situation;
But I certainly gather, to judge by your tone
The Fellah.
Now you too are lying.
Begriffenfeldt.
Your Highness should state
How the whole matter stands.
The Fellah.
Yes, I'll tell him my tale.
[Turns to Peer Gynt.
Do you see whom I bear on my shoulders?
His name was King Apis of old.
Now he goes by the title of mummy,
And withal he's completely dead.
All the pyramids yonder he builded,
And hewed out the mighty Sphinx,
And fought, as the Doctor puts it,
With the Turks, both to rechts and links.
