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 SOLVEIG
 * My name is Solveig. And what are you called?

PEER
 * Peer Gynt.

SOLVEIG [withdrawing her hand].
 * Oh heaven!

PEER
 * Why, what is it now?

SOLVEIG
 * My garter is loose; I must tie it up tighter.
 * [Goes away from him.]

THE BRIDEGROOM [pulling at his MOTHER'S gown].
 * Mother, she will not-!

HIS MOTHER
 * She will not? What?

THE BRIDEGROOM
 * She won't, mother-

HIS MOTHER
 * What?

THE BRIDEGROOM
 * Unlock the door.

HIS FATHER [angrily, below his breath].
 * Oh, you're only fit to be tied in a stall!

HIS M