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ets her stick sink].

Oh, the beast!

THE SMITH [as if thunderstruck].

Where the slope rises sheerest
he's clambering upwards, by God, like a goat!

THE BRIDEGROOM [crying].

He's shouldered her, mother, as I might a pig!

ASE [shaking her fist up at him].

Would God you might fall, and-!
[Screams out in terror.]
Take care of your footing!

THE HEGSTAD FARMER [comes in, bare-headed and white with rage].

I'll have his life for this bride-rape yet!

ASE

Oh no, God punish me if I let you!

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