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ASE
- Fie now! Would you crown our miseries
- with a load of all men's scorn?
PEER
- Never fear; 'twill all go well.
- [Shouting and laughing at the same time.]
- Mother, jump! We'll spare the waggon;
- 'twould take time to fetch the mare up-
- [Lifts her up in his arms.]
ASE
- Put me down!
PEER
- No, in my arms
- I will bear you to the wedding!
- [Wades out into the stream.]
ASE
- Help! The Lord have mercy on us!
- Peer! We're drowning-
PEER
- I was born
- for a braver death-
ASE
- Ay, true;
- sure enough you'll hang at last!
- [Tugging at his hair.]
- Oh, you brute!
PEER
- Keep quiet now;
- here the bottom's slippery-slimy.
ASE
- Ass!
