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- Black it seems white, and ugly seems fair.
PEER
- Big it seems little, and dirty seems clean.
THE GREEN-CLAD ONE [falling on his neck].
- Ay, Peer, now I see that we fit, you and I!
PEER
- Like the leg and the trouser, the hair and the comb.
THE GREEN-CLAD ONE [calls away over the hillside].
- Bridal-steed! Bridal-steed! bridal-steed mine!
[A gigantic pig comes running in with a rope's end for a bridle and an old sack for a saddle. PEER GYNT vaults on its back, and seats the GREEN-CLAD ONE in front of him.] PEER
- Hark-away! Through the Ronde-gate gallop we in!
- Gee-up, gee-up, my courser fine!
THE GREEN-CLAD ONE [tenderly].
- Ah, but lately I wandered and moped and pined-.
- One never can tell what may happen to one!
PEER [thrashing the pig and trotting off].
- You may know the great by their riding-gear!
