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PEER GYNT, offering him drink].
- Since you are here, you'd best take a pull at the liquor.
PEER [looking fixedly after the new-comers].
- Thanks; I'm for dancing; I am not athirst.
[The MASTER-COOK goes away from him. PEER GYNT gazes towards the house and laughs.]
- How fair! Did ever you see the like?
- Looked down at her shoes and her snow-white-apron-!
- And then she held on to her mother's skirt-folds,
- and carried a psalm-book wrapped up in a kerchief-!
- I must look at that girl.
- [Going into the house.]
A LAD [coming out of the house, with several others].
- Are you off so soon, Peer,
- from the dance?
PEER
- No, no.
THE LAD
- Then you're heading amiss!
- [Takes hold of his shoulder to turn him round.]
PEER
- Let me pass!
THE LAD
- I believe you're afraid of the smith.
