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you'll find there both lambkins and widows well on- PEER
- To hell-!
THE SMITH
- You will surely find one that will have you.-
- Good evening! I'll give your respects to the bride.-
- [They go off, laughing and whispering.]
PEER [looks after them a while, then makes a defiant motion and
- turns half round].
- For my part, may Ingrid of Hegstad go marry
- whoever she pleases. It's all one to me.
- [Looks down at his clothes.]
- My breeches are torn. I am ragged and grim.-
- If only I had something new to put on now.
- [Stamps on the ground.]
- If only I could, with a butcher-grip,
- tear out the scorn from their very vitals!
- [Looks round suddenly.]
- What was that? Who was it that tittered behind there?
- Hm, I certainly thought-No no, it was no one.-
- I'll go home to mother.
[Begins to go upwards, but stops again and listens towards Hegstad.]
- They're playing a dance!
[Gazes and listens; moves downwards step by step, his eyes glisten; he rubs his hands down his thighs.]
- How the lasses do swarm! Six or eight to a man!
- Oh, galloping death,-I must join in the frolic
