Sleep! In sleeping, you the crown have
Placed upon your Emperor’s brow!
Victory on his Person’s basis
Has Peer Gynt this night achieved.
SCENE EIGHTH.
A caravan route. The oasis is seen far off in the background.
Peer Gynt comes galloping across the desert, on his white horse, with Anitra before him on his saddle-bow.
Anitra.
Let be, or I’ll bite you!
Peer.