Jeppe.  Oh, kind judge, am I surely all alive again, or am I spooking?

Judge.  You are quite alive, for the law that can take away a man’s life can also give it back again.  Can you not comprehend that?

Jeppe.  No, indeed, I can’t get it through my head, but I keep on thinking I’m a ghost, and am spooking.

Judge.  Foolish fellow!  It’s perfectly easy to understand.  He who takes a thing away from you can give it back again.

Jeppe.  Then may I try it and hang the judge just for fun to see if I can sentence him back to life again?

Judge.  No, that won’t work, because you’re not a judge.

Jeppe.  But am I really alive again?

Judge.  Yes, you are.

Jeppe.  Then I’m not just a spook?

Judge.  Certainly not.

Jeppe.  I’m not a ghost at all?

Judge.  No.

Jeppe.  Am I the same Jeppe of the Hill as I was before?

Judge.  Yes.

Jeppe.  I’m no mere spirit?

Judge.  No, certainly not.

Jeppe.  Will you give me your oath that’s true?

Judge.  Yes, I swear to it; you’re alive.

Jeppe.  Swear that the devil may split you if it’s not so.  Judge.  Come, take our word for it, and thank us for so graciously sentencing you back to life again.

Jeppe.  If you hadn’t hanged me yourselves, I would gladly thank you for taking me down from the gallows.

Judge.  Be satisfied, Jeppe!  Tell us if your good wife beats you too often, and we shall find a remedy.  Here are four rix-dollars with which you can make merry for a while, and don’t forget to drink our health.

[Jeppe kisses his hand and thanks him.]

[Exit Judge, followed by his servants.

SCENE 3

Jeppe.  Now I’ve lived half a hundred years, but in all that time I haven’t had so much happen to me as in these two days.  It is a devil of a story, now that I come to think of it:  one hour a drunken peasant, the next a baron, then another hour a peasant again; now dead, now alive on a gallows, which is the most wonderful of all.  Perhaps it is that when they hang living people they die, and when they hang dead people they come to life again.  It seems to me that, after all, a glass of brandy would taste magnificent.  Hey, Jacob Shoemaker!  Come out here!

SCENE 4

[Enter Jacob Shoemaker.]

Jacob.  Welcome back from town!  Did you get the soap for your wife?

Jeppe.  You scoundrel!  You shall soon find out what sort of people you’re talking to.  Take off your cap, for you’re no more than carrion compared to the likes of me.

Jacob.  I wouldn’t stand such words from any one else, Jeppe, but as you bring the house a good penny a day, I don’t mind it so much.