PEER. Does your presence sanctify?[44] Speak! INGRID. No, but—— PEER. What’s all the rest then? [_Going._ INGRID. [_Blocking his way._] Know you it will cost your neck Should you fail me? PEER. What do I care? INGRID. You may win both wealth and honour If you take me—— PEER. Can’t afford. INGRID. [_Bursting into tears._] Oh, you lured me——! PEER. You were willing. INGRID. I was desperate! PEER. Frantic I. INGRID. [_Threatening._] Dearly shall you pay for this! PEER. Dearest payment cheap I’ll reckon. INGRID. Is your purpose set? PEER. Like flint. INGRID. Good! we’ll see, then, who’s the winner! [_Goes downwards._ PEER. [_Stands silent a moment, then cries_:] Devil take all recollections! Devil take the tribe of women! INGRID. [_Turning her head, and calling mockingly upwards_:] All but _one_! PEER. Yes, all but _one_. [_They go their several ways._ SCENE SECOND. _Near a mountain tarn; the ground is soft and marshy round about. A storm is gathering._ _ÅSE enters, calling and gazing around her despairingly, in every direction. SOLVEIG has difficulty in keeping up with her. SOLVEIG’S FATHER and MOTHER, with HELGA, are some way behind._ ÅSE. [_Tossing about her arms, and tearing her hair._]