Solveig.
God prosper your labour. You must not reject me.
You sent for me hither, and so you must take me.
Peer.
Solveig! It cannot be——! Ay, but it is!—
And you’re not afraid to come near to me!
Solveig.
One message you sent me by little Helga;
Others came after in storm and in stillness.
All that your mother told bore me a message,