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PEER
- Cry aloud my crime!
SOLVEIG [sits down beside him].
- Thou hast made all my life as a beautiful song.
- Blessed be thou that at last thou hast come!
- Blessed, thrice blessed our Whitsun-morn meeting!
PEER
- Then I am lost!
SOLVEIG
- There is one that rules all things.
PEER [laughs].
- Lost! Unless thou canst answer riddles.
SOLVEIG
- Tell me them.
PEER
- Tell them! Come on! To be sure!
- Canst thou tell where Peer Gynt has been since we parted?
SOLVEIG
- Been?
PEER
- With his destiny's seal on his brow;
- been, as in God's thought he first sprang forth!
- Canst thou tell me? If not, I must get me home,-
- go down to the mist-shrouded regions.
SOLVEIG [smiling].
- Oh, that riddle is easy.
