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- By-the-bye, I forgot!
- You must rear your own youngster, you light-footed scamp!
- Little imp, will you go to your father?
THE BRAT [spits at him].
- Faugh!
- I'll chop you with my hatchet; only wait, only wait!
THE WOMAN [kisses THE BRAT].
- What a head he has got on his shoulders, the dear!
- You'll be father's living image when once you're a man!
PEER [stamping].
- Oh, would you were as far-!
THE WOMAN
- As we now are near?
PEER [clenching his hands].
- And all this-!
THE WOMAN
- For nothing but thoughts and desires!
- It is hard on you, Peer!
PEER
- It is worst for another!-
- Solveig, my fairest, my purest gold!
THE WOM
