You may so; but first
We must go to the farm-house and greet the good people.
[They go in.
The Kitchen-master.
[To Peer Gynt, offering him drink.]
Since you are here, you’d best take a pull at the liquor.
Peer.
[Looking fixedly after the new-comers.]
Thanks; I’m for dancing; I am not athirst.
[The Kitchen-master goes away from him. Peer Gynt gazes towards the house and laughs.