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.