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 PEER GYNT, offering him drink].
 * Since you are here, you'd best take a pull at the liquor.

PEER [looking fixedly after the new-comers].
 * Thanks; I'm for dancing; I am not athirst.

[The MASTER-COOK goes away from him. PEER GYNT gazes towards the house and laughs.]
 * How fair! Did ever you see the like?
 * Looked down at her shoes and her snow-white-apron-!
 * And then she held on to her mother's skirt-folds,
 * and carried a psalm-book wrapped up in a kerchief-!
 * I must look at that girl.
 * [Going into the house.]

A LAD [coming out of the house, with several others].
 * Are you off so soon, Peer,
 * from the dance?

PEER
 * No, no.

THE LAD
 * Then you're heading amiss!
 * [Takes hold of his shoulder to turn him round.]

PEER
 * Let me pass!

THE LAD
 * I believe you're afraid of the smith.