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SOLVEIG
- Father, most.
PEER
- Father? Ay, ay; he is one of the quiet ones!
- One of the godly, eh?-Answer, come!
SOLVEIG
- What shall I say?
PEER
- Is your father a psalm-singer?
- And you and your mother as well, no doubt?
- Come, will you speak?
SOLVEIG
- Let me go in peace.
PEER
- No!
- [In a low but sharp and threatening tone.]
- I can turn myself into a troll!
- I'll come to your bedside at midnight to-night.
- If you should hear some one hissing and spitting,
- you mustn't imagine it's only the cat.
- It's me, lass! I'll drain out your blood in a cup,
- and your little sister, I'll eat her up;
- ay, you must know I'm a werewolf at night;-
- I'll bite you all over the loins and the back-
- [Suddenly changes his tone, and entreats, as if in dread:]
- Dance with me, Solveig!
SOLVEIG [looking darkly at him].
- Then you were grim.
- [Goes into the house.]
THE BRIDEGROOM [c
