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his.

The smith will dang him!

OTHERS

Bang him!

THE SMITH [spits on his hands and nods to ASE].

Hang him!

ASE

What? Hang my Peer? Ay, just try if you dare;-
Ase and I, we have teeth and claws!-
Where is he? [Calls across the yard:] Peer!

THE BRIDEGROOM [comes running up].

Oh, God's death on the cross!
Come father, come mother, and-!

HIS FATHER

What is the matter?

THE BRIDEGROOM

Just fancy, Peer Gynt-!

ASE [screams].

Have they taken his life?

THE BRIDEGROOM

No, but Peer Gynt-! Look, there on the hillside-!

THE CROWD

With the bride!

ASE [l