Pooh; this evening I’ll be there!
Åse.
Fie now! Would you crown our miseries
With a load of all men’s scorn?
Peer.
Never fear; ’twill all go well.
[Shouting and laughing at the same time.
Mother, jump! We’ll spare the waggon;
’Twould take time to fetch the mare up——
[Lifts her up in his arms.