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 * But how about mother, perched up on the mill-house-

[His eyes are drawn downwards again; he leaps and laughs.]
 * Hei, how the Halling flies over the green!
 * Ay, Guttorm, he can make his fiddle speak out!
 * It gurgles and booms like a foss o'er a scaur.
 * And then all that glittering bevy of girls!-
 * Yes, galloping death, I must join in the frolic!
 * [Leaps over the fence and goes down the road.]

SCENE THIRD
[The farm-place at Hegstad. In the background, the dwelling-house. A THRONG OF GUESTS. A lively dance in progress on the green. THE FIDDLER sits on a table. THE MASTER-COOK is standing in the doorway. COOKMAIDS are going to and fro between the different buildings. Groups of ELDERLY PEOPLE sit here and there, talking.] A WOMAN [joins a group that is seated on some logs of wood].
 * The bride? Oh yes, she is crying a bit;
 * but that, you know, isn't worth heeding.

THE MASTER-COOK [in another group].
 * Now then, good folk, you must empty the barrel.

A MAN
 * Thanks to you, friend; but you fill up too quick.

A LAD [to the FIDDLER