Now hear what’s the matter. No doubt you remember
That night when I came to the Rondë a-wooing——
The Old Man.
Why, of course, my Lord Prince!
Peer.
Oh, no more of the Prince!
But no matter. You wanted, by sheer brute force,
To bias my sight, with a slit in the lens,
And to change me about from Peer Gynt to a troll.
What did I do then? I stood out against it,—