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The smith will dang him!

Bang him!

[Spits on his hands and nods to Åse.]

Hang him!

What? Hang my Peer? Ay, just try if you dare;— Åse and I, we have teeth and claws!— Where is he? [Calls across the yard.] Peer!

[Comes running up.]

Oh, God's death on the cross! Come father, come mother, and!

What is the matter?

Just fancy, Peer Gynt!

[Screams.]

Have you taken his life?

No, but Peer Gynt! Look, there on the hill-*side!

With the bride