PEER
[softly]
Was it me they were talking of?
[With a forced shrug.]
Oh, let them chatter!
After all, they can’t sneer the life out of my body.
[Casts himself down upon the heathery slope; lies for some time flat on his back with his hands under his head, gazing up into the sky.]
What a strange sort of cloud! It is just like a horse.
There’s a man on it too — and saddle — and bridle.—
And after it comes an old crone on a broomstick.
[Laughs quietly to himself.]
It is mother. She’s scolding and screaming: You beast!
Hei you, Peer Gynt —
[His eyes gradually close.]
Ay, now she is frightened.—
Peer Gynt he rides first, and there follow him many.—
His steed it is gold-shod and crested with silver.
Himself he has gauntlets and sabre and scabbard.
His cloak it is long, and its lining is silken.
Full brave is the company riding behind him.
None of them, though, sits his charger so stoutly.
None of them glitters like him in the sunshine.—
Down by the fence stand the people in clusters,
lifting their hats, and agape gazing upwards.
Women are curtseying. All the world knows him,
Kaiser Peer Gynt, and his thousands of henchmen.
Sixpenny pieces and glittering shillings
over the roadway he scatters like pebbles.
Rich as a lord grows each man in the parish.
High o’er the ocean Peer Gynt goes a-riding.
Engelland’s Prince on the seashore awaits him;
there too await him all Engelland’s maidens.
Engelland’s nobles and Engelland’s Kaiser,
see him come riding and rise from their banquet.
Raising his crown, hear the Kaiser address him —