The beautiful, thrall-bounden coasts that shall be. I must on! To find capital, eastward or west! My kingdom—well, half of it, say—for a horse! [_The horse in the cleft neighs._ A horse! Ay, and robes!—Jewels too,—and a sword! [_Goes closer._ It can’t be! It is though——! But how? I have read, I don’t quite know where, that the will can move mountains;— But how about moving a horse as well——? Pooh! Here stands the horse, that’s a matter of fact;— For the rest, why, _ab esse ad posse_, et cetera. [_Puts on the dress and looks down at it._ Sir Peter—a Turk, too, from top to toe! Well, one never knows what may happen to one.— Gee-up, now, Granë, my trusty steed! [_Mounts the horse._ Gold-slipper stirrups beneath my feet!— You may know the great by their riding-gear! [_Gallops off into the desert._ SCENE SIXTH. _The tent of an Arab chief, standing alone on an oasis._ _PEER GYNT, in his eastern dress, resting on cushions. He is drinking coffee, and smoking a long pipe. ANITRA, and a bevy of GIRLS, dancing and singing before him._ CHORUS OF GIRLS. The Prophet is come! The Prophet, the Lord, the All-Knowing One, To us, to us is he come, O’er the sand-ocean riding! The Prophet, the Lord, the Unerring One, To us, to us is he come, O’er the sand-ocean sailing! Wake the flute and the drum! The Prophet, the Prophet is come! ANITRA. His courser is white as the milk is That streams in the rivers of Paradise. Bend every knee! Bow every head! His eyes are as bright-gleaming, mild-beaming stars. Yet none earth-born endureth The rays of those stars in their blinding splendour! Through the desert he came. Gold and pearl-drops sprang forth on his breast. Where he rode there was light. Behind him was darkness; Behind him raged drought and the simoom. He, the glorious one, came! Through the desert he came, Like a mortal apparelled. Kaaba, Kaaba stands void;— He himself hath proclaimed it! THE CHORUS OF GIRLS. Wake the flute and the drum! The Prophet, the Prophet is come! [_They continue the dance, to soft music._ PEER.