It’s the Boyg that’s unwounded, and the Boyg that was hurt,
It’s the Boyg that is dead, and the Boyg that’s alive.
Peer.
[Throws away the branch.]
The weapon is troll-smeared;[[55]] but I have my fists!
[Fights his way forward.
The Voice.
Ay, trust to your fists, lad, trust to your body.
Hee-hee, Peer Gynt, so you’ll reach the summit.
Peer.