If I can but get free, I will go the same way.
A farce I will write them, a mad and profound one;
Its[Its] name shall be: “Sic transit gloria mundi.”
[He runs off along the road; the Old Man shouts after him.
SCENE NINTH.
[At a cross-road.]
Peer Gynt.
Now comes the pinch, Peer, as never before!
This Dovrish Enough has passed judgment upon you.
The vessel’s a wreck; one must float with the spars.