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- that was partly what drove me in fear from the dale.
- But here, with the fir-branches soughing o'erhead,-
- what a stillness and song!-I am here in my home.
PEER
- And know you that surely? For all your days?
SOLVEIG
- The path I have trodden leads back nevermore.
PEER
- You are mine then! In! In the room let me see you!
- Go in! I must go to fetch fir-roots for fuel.
- Warm shall the fire be and bright shall it shine,
- you shall sit softly and never be a-cold.
[He opens the door; SOLVEIG goes in. He stands still for a while, then laughs aloud with joy and leaps into the air.] PEER
- My king's daughter! Now I have found her and won her!
- Hei! Now the palace shall rise, deeply founded!
[He seizes his axe and moves away; at the same moment an OLD-LOOKING WOMAN, in a tattered green gown, comes out from the wood; an UGLY BRAT, with an ale-flagon in his hand, limps after, holding on to her skirt.] THE WOMAN
- Good evening, Peer Lightfoot!
