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 SOLVEIG
 * Father, most.

PEER
 * Father? Ay, ay; he is one of the quiet ones!
 * One of the godly, eh?-Answer, come!

SOLVEIG
 * What shall I say?

PEER
 * Is your father a psalm-singer?
 * And you and your mother as well, no doubt?
 * Come, will you speak?

SOLVEIG
 * Let me go in peace.

PEER
 * No!
 * [In a low but sharp and threatening tone.]
 * I can turn myself into a troll!
 * I'll come to your bedside at midnight to-night.
 * If you should hear some one hissing and spitting,
 * you mustn't imagine it's only the cat.
 * It's me, lass! I'll drain out your blood in a cup,
 * and your little sister, I'll eat her up;
 * ay, you must know I'm a werewolf at night;-
 * I'll bite you all over the loins and the back-
 * [Suddenly changes his tone, and entreats, as if in dread:]
 * Dance with me, Solveig!

SOLVEIG [looking darkly at him].
 * Then you were grim.
 * [Goes into the house.]

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