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- Out and in, and it's just as strait.
- [Stops.]
- No!-like a wild, an unending lament,
- is the thought: to come back, to go in, to go home.
- [Takes a few steps on, but stops again.]
- Roundabout, said the Boyg!
- [Hears singing in the hut.]
- Ah, no; this time at least
- right through, though the path may be never so strait!
[He runs towards the hut; at the same moment SOLVEIG appears in the doorway, dressed for church, with psalm-book wrapped in a kerchief, and a staff in her hand. She stands there erect and mild.] PEER [flings himself down on the threshold].
- Hast thou doom for a sinner, then speak it forth!
SOLVEIG
- He is here! He is here! Oh, to God be the praise!
- [Stretches out her arms as though groping for him.]
PEER
- Cry out all my sins and my trespasses!
SOLVEIG
- In nought hast thou sinned, oh my own only boy.
- [Gropes for him again, and finds him.]
THE BUTTON-MOULDER [behind the house].
- The sin-list, Peer Gynt?
