Struck the earth like to flaming steel!
From the earth to his dwelling
Now the heirs' song ascendeth
In the tongue of the kingdom of God.
Peer.
[Crouches as in terror.]
Never look there! <g>there</g> all's desert and waste.— I fear I was dead long before I died.
[Tries to slink in among the bushes, but comes upon the cross-roads.
The Button-moulder.
Good morning, Peer Gynt! Where's the list of your sins?
Peer.
Do you think that I haven't been whistling and shouting
As hard as I could?
The Button-moulder.
And met no one at all?
Peer.
Not a soul but a tramping photographer.
The Button-moulder.
Well, the respite is over.
Peer.
Ay, everything's over.
The owl smells the daylight. Just list to the hooting!
The Button-moulder.
It's the matin-bell ringing
