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Solveig.
My name is Solveig. And what are you called?
Peer.
Peer Gynt.
Solveig.
[Withdrawing her hand.]
Oh heaven!
Peer.
Why, what is it now?
Solveig.
My garter is loose; I must tie it up tighter.
[Goes away from him.
The Bridegroom.
[Pulling at his Mother's gown.]
Mother, she will not!
His Mother.
She will not? What?
The Bridegroom.
She won't, mother
His Mother.
What?
The Bridegroom.
Unlock the door.
His Father.
[Angrily, below his breath.]
Oh, you're only fit to be tied in a stall!
