PEHR. Oh!

FAIRY. And the young girls, with the flowing locks, who serve wine
in silver goblets--

PEHR. _There_ I want to be!

FAIRY. And now stewards, in white, carry on the dishes.

PEHR. Oh!

FAIRY. The heralds rap on the floor with their staves--the trumpets
sound--[Three strokes of a bell are heard; the tower chamber takes
on its former appearance.] Alas! the time is up. Pehr, do you wish
to go out and taste of life?

PEHR. Yes, yes!

FAIRY. Good and bad?

PEHR. Bad? That I think I know; the good I would learn to know.

FAIRY. You think so? But you shall soon see that all which seems
good is not good, and all that seems bad is not bad.

PEHR. Only let me get out--and away from here!

FAIRY. You may go; but first I want to give you, as a help on your
journey, a gift which will be of service to you. When you have it,