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Åse.
Ah, poor boy;
Hegstad way is barred to wooers!
Peer.
How is that?
Åse.
Ah, woe is me!
Lost the moment, lost the luck
Peer.
Speak!
Åse
[Sobbing.]
While in the Wester-hills You in air were riding reindeer, Here Mads Moen's[1] won the girl! Peer. What! That women's-bugbear! He Åse. Ay, she's taking him for husband. Peer. Wait you here till I have harnessed Horse and waggon [Going.
Åse.
Spare your pains,
They are to be wed to-morrow
Peer.
Pooh; this evening I'll be there!
- ↑ Pronounce Maass-Moo-en.
