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 PEER
 * Cry aloud my crime!

SOLVEIG [sits down beside him].
 * Thou hast made all my life as a beautiful song.
 * Blessed be thou that at last thou hast come!
 * Blessed, thrice blessed our Whitsun-morn meeting!

PEER
 * Then I am lost!

SOLVEIG
 * There is one that rules all things.

PEER [laughs].
 * Lost! Unless thou canst answer riddles.

SOLVEIG
 * Tell me them.

PEER
 * Tell them! Come on! To be sure!
 * Canst thou tell where Peer Gynt has been since we parted?

SOLVEIG
 * Been?

PEER
 * With his destiny's seal on his brow;
 * been, as in God's thought he first sprang forth!
 * Canst thou tell me? If not, I must get me home,-
 * go down to the mist-shrouded regions.

SOLVEIG [smiling].
 * Oh, that riddle is easy.