Peer.
And the worms are squabbling for rags and clouts.
The Man in Mourning.
That's the end of the ditty; it's over and done.
Peer.
All the ditties end just alike;
And they're all old together; I knew 'em as a boy.
A Lad of Twenty.
[With a casting-ladle.]
Just look what a rare thing I've been buying!
In this Peer Gynt cast his silver buttons.
Another.
Look at mine, though! The money-bag[1] bought for a halfpenny.
A Third.
No more, eh? Twopence for the pedlar's pack
Peer.
Peer Gynt? Who was he?
The Man in Mourning.
All I know is this:
He was kinsman to Death and to Aslak the Smith.
A Man in Grey.
You're forgetting me, man! Are you mad or drunk?
The Man in Mourning.
You forget that at Hegstad was a storehouse door
- ↑ Literally "the bushel." See note, p. 11.
