A Man.
Oh no,
That you're certainly not; for I've heard the most on't
From my grandfather
Peer.
Liar! It happened to me!
The Man.
Yes, like everything else.
Peer.
[With a fling.]
I can ride, I can,
Clean through the air, on the bravest of steeds!
Oh, many's the thing I can do, I tell you!
[Another roar of laughter.
One of the Group.
Peer, ride through the air a bit!
Many.
Do, dear Peer Gynt!
Peer.
You may spare you the trouble of begging so hard.
I will ride like a hurricane over you all!
Every man in the parish shall fall at my feet!
An Elderly Man.
Now he is clean off his head.
Another.
The dolt!
