Peer.
[Absently.]
The bride? Where is she? The Bridegroom. In the store-house. Peer. Ah. The Bridegroom. Oh, dear Peer Gynt, you must try at least! Peer. No, you must get on without my help.
[A thought strikes him; he says softly but sharply.
Ingrid! The store-house!
[Goes up to Solveig.
Have you thought better on't?
[Solveig tries to go; he blocks her path.
You're ashamed to, because I've the look of a tramp.
Solveig.
[Hastily.]
No, that you haven't; that's not true at all!
Peer.
Yes! And I've taken a drop as well;
But that was to spite you, because you had hurt me.
Come then!
Solveig.
Even if I wished to, I daren't.
Peer.
Who are you frightened of?
