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Be my spokesman. You're so clever;
Talk to him, the old curmudgeon;
Say Mads Moen's good for nothing
Åse.
Put me down!
Peer.
And tell him then
What a rare lad is Peer Gynt.
Åse.
Truly, you may swear to that!
Fine's the character I'll give you.
Through and through I'll show you up;
All about your devil's pranks
I will tell them straight and plain
Peer.
Will you?
Åse.
[Kicking with rage.]
I won't stay my tongue
Till the old man sets his dog
At you, as you were a tramp!
Peer.
H'm; then I must go alone.
Åse.
Ay, but I'll come after you!
Peer.
Mother dear, you haven't strength
