Then what does it matter, your dying right out?
Peer.
Have I not been——? I could almost laugh!
Peer Gynt, then, has been something else, I suppose!
No, Button-moulder, you judge in the dark.
If you could but look into my very reins,
You’d find only Peer there, and Peer all through,—
Nothing else in the world, no, nor anything more.
The Button-moulder.
It’s impossible. Here I have got my orders.