Oh, dread![[127]]—here was my Kaiserdom!
[Hurries off-along the wood path.
SCENE SIXTH.
Night. A heath, with fir-trees. A forest fire has been raging; charred tree-trunks are seen stretching for miles. White mists here and there clinging to the earth.
Peer Gynt comes running over the heath.
Peer.
Ashes, fog-scuds, dust wind-driven,—
Here’s enough for building with!
Stench and rottenness within it;
All a whited sepulchre.