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! HIS MOTHER. Don’t scold him. Poor dear, he’ll be all right yet. [_They move away._ A LAD. [_Coming with a whole crowd of others from the dancing-green._] Peer, have some brandy? PEER. No. THE LAD. Only a drain? PEER. [_Looking darkly at him._] Got any? THE LAD. Well, I won’t say but I have. [_Pulls out a pocket flask and drinks._ Ah! How it stings your throat!—Well? PEER. Let me try it. [_Drinks._ ANOTHER LAD. Now you must try mine as well, you know. PEER. No! THE LAD. Oh, what nonsense; now don’t be a fool. Take a pull, Peer! PEER. Well then, give me a drop. [_Drinks again._ A GIRL. [_Half aloud._] Come, let’s be going. PEER. Afraid of me, wench? A THIRD LAD. Who isn’t afraid of _you_? A FOURTH. At Lundë You showed us clearly what tricks you could play. PEER. I can do more than that, when I once get started! THE FIRST LAD. [_Whispering._] Now he’s forging ahead! SEVERAL OTHERS. [_Forming a circle around him._] Tell away! Tell away! What can you——? PEER. To-morrow! OTHERS.