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 HELGA
 * Will they beat him, mother?

A LAD
 * Let us rather tease him with all his lies!

ANOTHER
 * Kick him out of the company!

A THIRD
 * Spit in his eyes!

A FOURTH [to the SMITH].
 * You're not backing out, smith?

THE SMITH [flinging away his jacket].
 * The jade shall be slaughtered!

SOLVEIG'S MOTHER [to SOLVEIG].
 * There, you can see how that windbag is thought of.

ASE [coming up with a stick in her hand].
 * Is that son of mine here? Now he's in for a drubbing!
 * Oh! how heartily I will dang him!

THE SMITH [rolling up his shirt-sleeves].
 * That switch is too light for a carcass like