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Peer.
[Shouts.]
Granë,[1] my steed;
Who bids?
One of the Crowd.
Where's he running?
Peer.
Why, far in the west!
Near the sunset, my lads! Ah, that courser can fly
As fast, ay, as fast as Peer Gynt could lie.
Voices.
What more have you got?
Peer.
I've both rubbish and gold!
I bought it with ruin; I'll sell it at a loss.
A Lad.
Put it up!
Peer.
A dream of a silver-clasped book!
That you can have for an old hook and eye.
The Lad.
To the devil with dreams!
Peer.
Here's my Kaiserdom!
I throw it in the midst of you; scramble for it!
The Lad.
Is the crown given in?
- ↑ See footnote, p. 114.
