That Cape of Good Hope—I could never abide it;—
It’s ruined by missionaries from Stavanger.
[He rushes off southwards.
Peer.
The stupid hound! There he takes to his heels
With his tongue lolling out. He’ll be finely sold.
It delights me to humbug an ass like that.
He to give himself airs, and to lord it forsooth!
He’s a mighty lot, truly, to swagger about!
He’ll scarcely grow fat at his present trade;—