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 * By-the-bye, I forgot!
 * You must rear your own youngster, you light-footed scamp!
 * Little imp, will you go to your father?

THE BRAT [spits at him].
 * Faugh!
 * I'll chop you with my hatchet; only wait, only wait!

THE WOMAN [kisses THE BRAT].
 * What a head he has got on his shoulders, the dear!
 * You'll be father's living image when once you're a man!

PEER [stamping].
 * Oh, would you were as far-!

THE WOMAN
 * As we now are near?

PEER [clenching his hands].
 * And all this-!

THE WOMAN
 * For nothing but thoughts and desires!
 * It is hard on you, Peer!

PEER
 * It is worst for another!-
 * Solveig, my fairest, my purest gold!

THE WOM