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 as he flies past, holding A GIRL by the hand].
 * To it now, Guttorm, and don't spare the fiddlestrings!

THE GIRL
 * Scrape till it echoes out over the meadows!

OTHER GIRLS [standing in a ring round a lad who is dancing].
 * That's a rare fling!

A GIRL
 * He has legs that can lift him!

THE LAD [dancing].
 * The roof here is high, and the walls wide asunder!

THE BRIDEGROOM [comes whimpering up to his FATHER, who is standing
 * talking with some other men, and twitches his jacket].
 * Father, she will not; she is so proud!

HIS FATHER
 * What won't she do?

THE BRIDEGROOM
 * She has locked herself in.

HIS FATHER
 * Well, you must manage to find the key.

THE BRIDEGROOM