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 * that was partly what drove me in fear from the dale.
 * But here, with the fir-branches soughing o'erhead,-
 * what a stillness and song!-I am here in my home.

PEER
 * And know you that surely? For all your days?

SOLVEIG
 * The path I have trodden leads back nevermore.

PEER
 * You are mine then! In! In the room let me see you!
 * Go in! I must go to fetch fir-roots for fuel.
 * Warm shall the fire be and bright shall it shine,
 * you shall sit softly and never be a-cold.

[He opens the door; SOLVEIG goes in. He stands still for a while, then laughs aloud with joy and leaps into the air.] PEER
 * My king's daughter! Now I have found her and won her!
 * Hei! Now the palace shall rise, deeply founded!

[He seizes his axe and moves away; at the same moment an OLD-LOOKING WOMAN, in a tattered green gown, comes out from the wood; an UGLY BRAT, with an ale-flagon in his hand, limps after, holding on to her skirt.] THE WOMAN
 * Good evening, Peer Lightfoot!