You’re wasting your time in waiting—! Yet maybe I’ll swoop down, too.— What has come of the two brown eagles—? They’ve vanished, the devil knows where!— There’s the peak of a gable rising; It’s soaring on every hand; It’s growing from out the ruins;— See, the gateway is standing wide! Ha-ha, yonder house, I know it; It’s grandfather’s new-built farm! Gone are the clouts from the windows; The crazy old fence is gone. The lights gleam from every casement; There’s a feast in the hall to-night. There, that was the provost clinking The back of his knife on his glass;— There’s the captain flinging his bottle, And shivering the mirror to bits.— Let them waste; let it all be squandered! Peace, mother; what need we care! ’Tis the rich Jon Gynt gives the banquet; Hurrah for the race of Gynt! What’s all this bustle and hubbub? Why do they shout and bawl? The captain is calling the son in;— Oh, the provost would drink my health. In then, Peer Gynt, to the judgment; It rings forth in song and shout: Peer Gynt, thou art come of great things, And great things shall come of thee! [_Leaps forward, but runs his head against a rock, falls, and remains stretched on the ground._ 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 Dovrë-King’s daughter. PEER. Are you! See there, now, how well that fits in! THE GREEN-CLAD ONE. Deep in the Rondë 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 Brosë.[50]