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 PEER
 * Why Aslak, to be sure.

ASE
 * Shame-and shame; I spit upon you!
 * Such a worthless sot as that,
 * such a brawler, such a sodden
 * dram-sponge to have beaten you!
 * [Weeping again.]
 * Many a shame and slight I've suffered;
 * but that this should come to pass
 * is the worst disgrace of all.
 * What if he be ne'er so limber,
 * need you therefore be a weakling?

PEER
 * Though I hammer or am hammered,-
 * still we must have lamentations.
 * [Laughing.]
 * Cheer up, mother-

ASE
 * What? You're lying
 * now again?

PEER
 * Yes, just this once.
 * Come now, wipe your tears away;-


 * [Clenching his left hand.]
 * see,-with this same pair of tongs,
 * thus I held the smith bent double,
 * while my sledge-hammer right fist-

ASE
 * Oh, you brawler! You will bring me
 * with your doings to the grave!