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SCENE NINTH.
[At a cross-road.]
Peer Gynt.
Now comes the pinch, Peer, as never before!
This Dovrish <g>Enough</g> has passed judgment upon you.
The vessel's a wreck; one must float with the spars.
All else; but to go to the scrap-heap—no, no!
The Button-moulder.
[At the cross-road.]
Well now, Peer Gynt, have you found your voucher?
Peer.
Is this, then, the cross-road? Well, that is short work!
The Button-moulder.
I can see on your face, as it were on a signboard,
The gist of the paper before I have read it.
Peer.
I got tired of the hunt;—one might lose one's way
The Button-moulder.
Yes; and what does it lead to, after all?
Peer.
True enough; in the wood, and by night as well
