THE BRIDEGROOM. [_Nudging him with his elbow._] Peer, can’t you help me to get at the bride? 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? SOLVEIG. Father, most. PEER. Father? Ay, ay; he is one of the quiet ones! One of the godly, eh?—Answer, come! SOLVEIG. What shall I say? PEER. Is your father a psalm-singer?[39] And you and your mother as well, no doubt? Come, will you speak? SOLVEIG. Let me go in peace. PEER. No! [_In a low but sharp and threatening tone._ I can turn myself into a troll! I’ll come to your bedside at midnight to-night. If you should hear some one hissing and spitting, You mustn’t imagine it’s only the cat. It’s me, lass! I’ll drain out your blood in a cup, And your little sister, I’ll eat her up; Ay, you must know I’m a were-wolf at night;— I’ll bite you all over the loins and the back—— [_Suddenly changes his tone, and entreats, as if in dread_: Dance with me, lass! SOLVEIG. [_Looking darkly at him._] You were ugly then. [_Goes into the house_ THE BRIDEGROOM. [_Comes sidling up again._] I’ll give you an ox if you’ll help me! PEER. Then come!