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Solveig.
For shame!
Peer.
Do you know where I was last night?—
Like a horse-fly the Dovrë-King's daughter is after me.
Solveig.
Then it was well that the bells were set ringing.
Peer.
Peer Gynt's not the lad they can lure astray.—
What do you say?
Helga.
[Crying.]
Oh, she's running away!
[Running after her.
Wait!
Peer.
[Catches her by the arm.]
Look here, what I have in my pocket!
A silver button, child! You shall have it,—
Only speak for me!
Helga.
Let me be; let me go!
Peer.
There you have it.
Helga.
Let go; there's the basket of food.
Peer.
God pity you if you don't
