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[Goes towards them; his face lights up.]

Solveig! Oh, it is well you have come!

[Takes hold of her wrist.

Now will I swing you round fast and fine!

Loose me!

Wherefore?

You are so wild.

The reindeer is wild, too, when summer is dawning. Come then, lass; do not be wayward now!

[Withdrawing her arm.]

Dare not.

Wherefore?

No, you've been drinking.

[Moves off with .

Oh, if I had but my knife-blade driven Clean through the heart of them,—one and all!

[Nudging him with his elbow.]

Peer, can't you help me to get at the bride?