Peer.
[Jumping up.]
You'd better be off!
The Smith.
I am going, yes.
But tell us, where have you dropped from, man?
You've been gone six weeks. Were you troll-taken, eh?
Peer.
I have been doing strange deeds, Aslak Smith!
The Smith.
[Winking to the others.]
Let us hear them, Peer!
Peer.
They are nought to you.
The Smith.
[After a pause.]
You're going to Hegstad?
Peer.
No.
The Smith.
Time was
They said that the girl there was fond of you.
Peer.
You grimy crow!
The Smith.
[Falling back a little.]
Keep your temper, Peer
Though Ingrid has jilted you, others are left;—
Think—son of Jon Gynt! Come on to the feast;
