Peer Gynt, Act IV, by Henrik Ibsen
Peer: Well, now; in the first place, to travel. That's why I took you aboard at Gibraltar, as travelling-companions. I wanted a corps de ballet of friends to dance around my Golden Calf.
Von Eberkopf: Wittily said!
Cotton: But no one ever hoisted sail for the sake of sailing. You have purpose, it seems to me. What is it?
Peer: To be an emperor.
Peer: [nodding] Emperor.
All four: Where?
Peer: Of the whole world!