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[Absently.]  The bride? Where is she? In the store-house. Ah. Oh, dear Peer Gynt, you must try at least! No, you must get on without my help. [A thought strikes him; he says softly but sharply.

Ingrid! The store-house!

[Goes up to .

Have you thought better on't?

[ tries to go; he blocks her path.

You're ashamed to, because I've the look of a tramp.

[Hastily.]

No, that you haven't; that's not true at all!

Yes! And I've taken a drop as well; But that was to spite you, because you had hurt me. Come then!

Even if I wished to, I daren't.

Who are you frightened of?