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[Jumping up.]

You'd better be off!

I am going, yes. But tell us, where have you dropped from, man? You've been gone six weeks. Were you troll-taken, eh?

I have been doing strange deeds, Aslak Smith!

[Winking to the others.]

Let us hear them, Peer!

They are nought to you.

[After a pause.]

You're going to Hegstad?

No.

Time was They said that the girl there was fond of you.

You grimy crow!

[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;