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PEER
- Why Aslak, to be sure.
ASE
- Shame-and shame; I spit upon you!
- Such a worthless sot as that,
- such a brawler, such a sodden
- dram-sponge to have beaten you!
- [Weeping again.]
- Many a shame and slight I've suffered;
- but that this should come to pass
- is the worst disgrace of all.
- What if he be ne'er so limber,
- need you therefore be a weakling?
PEER
- Though I hammer or am hammered,-
- still we must have lamentations.
- [Laughing.]
- Cheer up, mother-
ASE
- What? You're lying
- now again?
PEER
- Yes, just this once.
- Come now, wipe your tears away;-
- [Clenching his left hand.]
- see,-with this same pair of tongs,
- thus I held the smith bent double,
- while my sledge-hammer right fist-
ASE
- Oh, you brawler! You will bring me
- with your doings to the grave!
