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PEER GYNT
Henrik Ibsen

Table Of Contents
THE CHARACTERS................................................... 3
ACT FIRST ................................................................. 5
ACT SECOND.......................................................... 23
ACT THIRD ............................................................ 39
ACT FOURTH ........................................................ 51
ACT FIFTH ............................................................. 83
THE CHARACTERS
ASE, a peasant’s widow.
PEER GYNT, her son.
TWO OLD WOMEN with corn-sacks. ASLAK, a smith.
WEDDING-GUESTS.
A MASTER-COOK, A FIDDLER, etc.
A MAN AND WIFE, newcomers to the district.
SOLVEIG and LITTLE HELGA, their daughters.
THE FARMER AT HEGSTAD.
INGRID, his daughter.
THE BRIDEGROOM and His PARENTS.
THREE SAETER-GIRLS. A GREEN-CLAD WOMAN.
THE OLD MAN OF THE DOVRE.
A TROLL-COURTIER. SEVERAL OTHERS.
TROLL-MAIDENS and TROLL-URCHINS.
A COUPLE OF WITCHES. BROWNIES, NIXIES, GNOMES, etc.
AN UGLY BRAT. A VOICE IN THE DARKNESS. BIRD-CRIES.
KARI, a cottar’s wife.
Master COTTON, Monsieur BALLON, Herren VON EBERKOPF
and TRUMPETERSTRALE, gentlemen on their travels.
A THIEF and A RECEIVER.
ANITRA, daughter of a Bedouin chief.
ARABS, FEMALE SLAVES, DANCING-GIRLS, etc.
THE MEMNON-STATUE (singing).
THE SPHINX AT GIZEH (muta persona).
PROFESSOR BEGRIFFENFELDT, Dr. Phil., director of the mad
house atCairo.
HUHU, a language-reformer from the coast of Malabar.
HUSSEIN, an eastern Minister.
A FELLAH, with a royal mummy.
SEVERAL MADMEN, with their KEEPERS.
A NORWEGIAN SKIPPER and HIS CREW.
A STRANGE PASSENGER.
A PASTOR. A FUNERAL-PARTY. A PARISH-OFFICER.
A BUTTON-MOULDER.
A LEAN PERSON.

The action, which opens in the beginning of the nineteenth century, and ends around
the 1860’s, takes place partly in Gudbrandsdalen, and on the mountains around it,
partly on the coast of Morocco, in the desert of Sahara, in a madhouse at Cairo, at sea,
etc.
ACT FIRST
SCENE FIRST [A wooded hillside near ASE’s farm. A river rushes down the slope. On
the further side of it an old mill shed. It is a hot day in summer.]
[PEER GYNT, a strongly-built youth of twenty, comes down the pathway. His mother,
ASE, a small, slightly built woman, follows him, scolding angrily.] ASE Peer, you’re
lying!
PEER [without stopping].
No, I am not!
ASE Well then, swear that it is true!
PEER Swear? Why should I?
ASE See, you dare not!
It’s a lie from first to last.
PEER [stopping].
It is true-each blessed word!
ASE [confronting him].
Don’t you blush before your mother? First you skulk among the mountains monthlong
in the busiest season, stalking reindeer in the snows; home you come then, torn and
tattered, gun amissing, likewise game;and at last, with open eyes, think to get me to
believe all the wildest hunters’-lies!Well, where did you find the buck, then? PEER
West near Gendin.
ASE [laughing scornfully].
Ah! Indeed!
PEER Keen the blast towards me swept; hidden by an alder-clump, he was scraping in
the snow-crust after lichenASE [as before].
Doubtless, yes!
PEER Breathlessly I stood and listened, heard the crunching of his hoof, saw the
branches of one antler.
Softly then among the boulders I crept forward on my belly.
Crouched in the moraine I peered up;such a buck, so sleek and fat, you, I’m sure, have
ne’er set eyes on.
ASE No, of course not!
PEER Bang! I fired!
Clean he dropped upon the hillside.
But the instant that he fell I sat firm astride his back, gripped him by the left ear tightly,
and had almost sunk my knife-blade in his neck, behind his skullwhen, behold! the
brute screamed wildly, sprang upon his feet like lightning, with a back-cast of his head
from my fist made knife and sheath fly, pinned me tightly by the thigh, jammed his
horns against my legs, clenched me like a pair of tongs;then forthwith away he flew
right along the Gendin-Edge!
ASE [involuntarily].
Jesus save us-!
PEER Have you ever chanced to see the Gendin-Edge? Nigh on four miles long it
stretches sharp before you like a scythe.
Down o’er glaciers, landslips, scaurs, down the toppling grey moraines, you can see,
both right and left, straight into the tarns that slumber, black and sluggish, more than
seven hundred fathoms deep below you.
Right along the Edge we two clove our passage through the air.
Never rode I such a colt!
Straight before us as we rushed ‘twas as though there glittered suns.
Brown-backed eagles that were sailing in the wide and dizzy void half-way ‘twixt us
and the tarns, dropped behind, like motes in air.
Ice-floes on the shores broke crashing, but no murmur reached my ears.
Only sprites of dizziness sprang, dancing, round;-they sang, they swung, circle-wise,
past sight and hearing!
ASE [dizzy].
Oh, God save me!
PEER All at once, at a desperate, break-neck spot, rose a great cock-ptarmigan,
flapping, cackling, terrified, from the crack where he lay hidden at the buck’s feet on
the Edge.
Then the buck shied half around, leapt sky-high, and down we plunged both of us into
the depths!
[ASE totters, and catches at the trunk of a tree. PEER GYNT continues:]
Mountain walls behind us, black, and below a void unfathomed!
First we clove through banks of mist, then we clove a flock of sea-gulls, so that they, in
mid-air startled, flew in all directions, screaming.
Downward rushed we, ever downward.
But beneath us something shimmered, whitish, like a reindeer’s belly.-
Mother, ‘twas our own reflection in the glass-smooth mountain tarn, shooting up
towards the surface with the same wild rush of speed wherewith we were shooting
downwards.
ASE [gasping for breath].
Peer! God help me-! Quickly, tell-!
PEER Buck from over, buck from under, in a moment clashed together, scattering
foam-flecks all around.
There we lay then, floating, plashing,But at last we made our way somehow to the
northern shore; buck, he swam, I clung behind him:I ran homewardsASE But the buck,
dear? PEER He’s there still, for aught I know;-
[Snaps his fingers, turns on his heel, and adds:]
catch him, and you’re welcome to him!
ASE And your neck you haven’t broken? Haven’t broken both your thighs? and your
backbone, too, is whole? Oh, dear Lord-what thanks, what praise, should be thine who
helped my boy!
There’s a rent, though, in your breeches; but it’s scarce worth talking of when one
thinks what dreadful things might have come of such a leap-!
[Stops suddenly, looks at him open-mouthed and wide-eyed; cannot find words for
some time, but at last bursts out:]
Oh, you devil’s story-teller, Cross of Christ, how you can lie!
All this screed you foist upon me, I remember now, I knew it when I was a girl of
twenty.
Gudbrand Glesne it befell, never you, youPEER Me as well.
Such a thing can happen twice.

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