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 Hu! What a scream! It's the nixie or droug!
 * Peer! Peer!-Up there on that hillock-!
 * [She runs to the top of a little rise, and looks out over the tarn. SOLVEIG'S FATHER and MOTHER come up.]

ASE
 * Not a sign to be seen!

THE FATHER [quietly].
 * It is worst for him!

ASE [weeping].
 * Oh, my Peer! Oh, my own lost lamb!

THE FATHER [nods mildly].
 * You may well say lost.

ASE
 * Oh no, don't talk like that!
 * He is so clever. There's no one like him.

THE FATHER
 * You foolish woman!

ASE
 * Oh ay; oh ay;
 * foolish I am, but the boy's all right!

THE FATHER [still softly and with mild eyes].
 * His heart is hardened, his soul is lost.

ASE