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.]
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.]