Valet—The Lord deliver me from doing your lordship any harm!
Jeppe—Ah, before you kill me, will you not do me the favor to tell me who I am?
Valet—Does not my lord know who he is?
Jeppe—Yesterday I was Jeppe on the Hill, but to-day—ah, I hardly know what to say!
Valet—We are glad to see that your lordship is in such good humor to-day, that you are pleased to jest; but heaven defend us, why does your lordship weep?
Jeppe—I am not your lordship. I can make my oath that I am not; for so far as I can remember I am Jeppe Nielsen on the Hill, one of the Baron's peasants. If you will send for my wife you shall find it out; but don't let her take Master Erik along.
Erik, lackey—This is strange. What can it be? Your lordship cannot be awake, since you never used to jest in this way.
Jeppe—Whether I am awake or not I cannot say; but one thing I can say and that is that I am one of the Baron's peasants who is called Jeppe on the Hill, and I have never been either Baron or Count in my life.
Valet—Erik, what can that be? I am afraid that his lordship is suffering from some strange disease.