A Man Dressed in Mourning.
Now there is only rubbish left over.
[Catches sight of Peer Gynt.
Are there strangers here too? God be with you, good friend!
Peer.
Well met! You have lively times here to-day.
Is’t a christening junket or wedding feast?
The Man in Mourning.
I’d rather call it a house-warming treat;—
The bride is laid in a wormy bed.