Say that you shall be mine, and you shall never have to sew or cook or fetch or carry. Peer: Since we get on so well, shall we ask your father’s permission to marry? Say yes. Girl in Green: (Jana) Thank you, kind sir. Peer: Indeed you look beautiful to my eyes, and I believe that my magical powers allow me to see you correctly. Girl in Green: (Jana) Well now Prince Peer, we have much in common. These fine clothes I am wearing might seem like rags to your eyes. To your human eyes, big might seem small, and ugly might seem beautiful, and gold might seem like rust. Girl in Green: (Jana) If you enter through the gates, you must remember this: All might seem opposite to you. Girl in Green: (Jana) I heard you saying that you want to visit my father’s palace? Girl in Green: (Jana) You don’t look well dressed. Girl in Green:(Jana) Is it true that you are Prince Peer? Oh hello, who are you my pretty one, all dressed in green? Talking of which, I’ll lie down on this mossy bank and wait for dawn. Perhaps they are all getting ready to sleep. Peer: (Calls out) Oh, Gatekeeper! Let me in! Let me in! Open up the gates I say! Open Sesame! It is I, Prince Peer, on a royal visit, to parley with the King of Trolls in his palace! there’s singing and feasting going on within. The entrance to the hall of the Mountain King! And now, I’ll put my ear against it and listen carefully. to common people no doubt, it looks just like a rock face, but my conjuring eyes can see the outline of a gate. And these stones, they look just like battlements? I’ll say they are. Do they not look like a palace? Here I see a tower, in these stones. A palace in the mountains for Peer Gynt whose destiny is to be emperor of the world one day. And I don’t mean a poor log hut or a cabin. This night is lovely, but what if a storm comes out? I’ll be soaked, and the sharp wind will cut me up. See up there, the snow on the tops of the mountains sparkle in the light of the stars. And I can keep going for hours yet! Oh my young body is full of strength. Up, up, I climb, the moon lighting my steps. It’s a good thing my legs are strong, because this mountain is steep.
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