My king’s daughter! Now I have found her and won her!
Hei! Now the palace shall rise, deeply founded!
He seizes his axe and moves away; at the same moment an Old-looking Woman, in a tattered green gown, comes out from the wood; an Ugly Brat, with an ale-flagon in his hand, limps after, holding on to her skirt.
The Woman.
Good evening, Peer Lightfoot!
Peer.
What is it? Who’s there?
The Woman.
Old friends of yours, Peer Gynt! My home is near by.
We are neighbours.