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Åse.
[Lets her stick sink.]
Oh, the beast!
The Smith.
[As if thunderstruck.]
Where the slope rises sheerest
He's clambering upwards, by God, like a goat!
The Bridegroom.
[Crying.]
He's shouldered her, mother, as I might a pig!
Åse.
[Shaking her fist up at him.]
Would God you might fall, and!
[Screams out in terror.
Take care of your footing!
The Hegstad Farmer.
[Comes in, bare-headed and white with rage.]
I'll have his life for this bride-rape yet!
Åse.
Oh no, God punish me if I let you!
