Now that, you see, came of the devil’s stupidity
In not taking the measure of his public first.
[He bows and goes off. A puzzled silence comes over the crowd.
SCENE FIFTH.
Whitsun Eve.—In the depths of the forest. To the back, in a clearing, is a hut with a pair of reindeer horns over the porch-gable.
Peer Gynt is creeping among the undergrowth, gathering wild onions.
Peer.
Well, this is one standpoint. Where is the next?
One should try all things and choose the best.
Well, I have done so,—beginning from Cæsar,