from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1908 edition. Excerpt: ...let me go? PEER. There you have it. HELGA. Let go; there's the basket of food. PEER. God pity you if you don't! HELGA. Uf, how you scare me! PEER (gently; letting her go). No, I only meant: beg her not to forget me! (HELGA runs off.) (end Of Act Second.) ACT THIRD. SCENE FIRST. (In front of a settler's newly-built hut in the forest. A reindeer's horns over the door. The snow is lying deep around. It is dusk.) (peer Gynt is standing outside the door, fastening a large wooden bar to it.) PEER (laughing between whiles). Bars I must fix me; bars that can fasten the door against troll-folk, and men, and women. Bars I must fix me; bars that can shut out all the cantankerous little hobgoblins.--They come with the darkness, they knock and they rattle: Open, Peer Gynt, we're as nimble as thoughts are! 'Neath the bedstead we bustle, we rake in the ashes, down the chimney we hustle like fiery-eyed dragons. Hee-hee! Peer Gynt; think you staples and planks can shut out cantankerous hobgoblin-thoughts? You're an. outlaw, lad! You are banned to the woods. (Hews for a while rapidly.) Ay, an outlaw, ay. You've no mother now to spread your table and bring your food. If you'd eat, my lad, you must help yourself, fetch your rations raw from the wood and stream, split your own fir roots and light your own fire, bustle around, and arrange and prepare things. Would you clothe yourself warmly, you must stalk your deer; would you found you a house, you must quarry the stones; would you build up its walls, you must fell the logs, and shoulder them all to the building-place.--( SOlvEIG comes; she has a shawl over her head, and a bundle in her hand.) SOLVEIO. God prosper your labour. You must not reject me. You sent for me hither, and so you must take me. PEER....

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