Tilbake

Peer Gynt

by Henrik Ibsen

Henrik Ibsen

ACT 2

SCENE FIFTH

(A hillside, wooded with great soughing trees. Stars are gleaming through the leaves; birds are singing in the tree-tops. A GREEN-CLAD WOMAN is crossing the hillside; PEER GYNT follows her, with all sorts of lover-like antics.)

THE GREEN-CLAD ONE

(stops and turns round).

Is it true?

PEER
(drawing his finger across his throat).

As true as my name is Peer;-
as true as that you are a lovely woman!
Will you have me? You'll see what a fine man I'll be;
you shall neither tread the loom nor turn the spindle.
You shall eat all you want, till you're ready to burst.
I never will drag you about by the hair-

THE GREEN-CLAD ONE

Nor beat me?

PEER

No, can you think I would?
We kings' sons never beat women and such.

THE GREEN-CLAD ONE

You're a king's son?

PEER

Yes.

THE GREEN-CLAD ONE

I'm the Dovre-King's daughter.

PEER

Are you? See there, now, how well that fits in!

THE GREEN-CLAD ON

Deep in the Ronde has father his palace.

PEER

My mother's is bigger, or much I'm mistaken.

THE GREEN-CLAD ONE

Do you know my father? His name is King Brose.

PEER

Do you know my mother? Her name is Queen ÅSE.

THE GREEN-CLAD ONE

When my father is angry the mountains are riven.

PEER

They reel when my mother by chance falls a-scolding.

THE GREEN-CLAD ONE

My father can kick e'en the loftiest roof-tree.

PEER

My mother can ride through the rapidest river.

THE GREEN-CLAD ONE

Have you other garments besides those rags?

PEER

Ho, you should just see my Sunday clothes!

THE GREEN-CLAD ONE

My week-day gown is of gold and silk.

PEER

It looks to me liker tow and straws.

THE GREEN-CLAD ONE

Ay, there is one thing you must remember:-
this is the Ronde-folk's use and wont:
all our possessions have twofold form.
When you shall come to my father's hall,
it well may chance that you're on the point
of thinking you stand in a dismal moraine.

PEER

Well now, with us it's precisely the same.
Our gold will seem to you litter and trash!
And you'll think, mayhap, every glittering pane
is nought but a bunch of old stockings and clouts.

THE GREEN-CLAD ONE

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!


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