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 You'll find there both lambkins and well-seasoned widows

To hell

You will surely find one that will have you.— Good evening! I'll give your respects to the bride.—

[They go off, laughing and whispering.    [Looks after them a while, then makes a defiant motion and turns half round.]   For my part, may Ingrid of Hegstad go marry Whoever she pleases. It's all one to me. [Looks down at his clothes. My breeches are torn. I am ragged and grim.— If only I had something new to put on now. [Stamps on the ground. If only I could, with a butcher-grip, Tear out the scorn from their very vitals! [Looks round suddenly. What was that? Who was it that tittered behind there? H'm, I certainly thought No no, it was no one.— I'll go home to mother. [Begins to go upwards, but stops again and listens towards Hegstad.

They're playing a dance!

[Gazes and listens; moves downwards step by step, his eyes glisten; he rubs his hands down his thighs.

How the lasses do swarm! Six or eight to a man! Oh, galloping death,—I must join in the frolic!—