SCENE THIRD.
Low, treeless heights, close under the mountain moorlands; peaks in the distance. The shadows are long; it is late in the day.
Peer Gynt comes running at full speed, and stops short on the hillside.
Peer.
The parish is all at my heels in a pack!
Everyman of them armed or with gun or with club.
Foremost I hear the old Hegstad-churl howling.—
Now it’s noised far and wide that Peer Gynt is abroad!
It is different, this, from a bout with a smith!
This is life! Every limb grows as strong as a bear’s.