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For shame!

Do you know where I was last night?— Like a horse-fly the Dovrë-King's daughter is after me.

Then it was well that the bells were set ringing.

Peer Gynt's not the lad they can lure astray.— What do you say?

[Crying.]

Oh, she's running away!

[Running after her.

Wait!

[Catches her by the arm.]

Look here, what I have in my pocket! A silver button, child! You shall have it,— Only speak for me!

Let me be; let me go!

There you have it.

Let go; there's the basket of food.

God pity you if you don't