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My name is Solveig. And what are you called?

Peer Gynt.

[Withdrawing her hand.]

Oh heaven!

Why, what is it now?

My garter is loose; I must tie it up tighter.

[Goes away from him.

[Pulling at his gown.]

Mother, she will not!

She will not? What?

She won't, mother

What?

Unlock the door.

[Angrily, below his breath.]

Oh, you're only fit to be tied in a stall!