Good evening! I’ll give your respects to the bride.—
[They go off, laughing and whispering.
Peer.
[Looks after them a while, then makes a defiant
motion and turns half round.]
For my part, may Ingrid of Hegstad go marry
Whoever she pleases. It’s all one to me.
[Looks down at his clothes.
My breeches are torn. I am ragged and grim.—
If only I had something new to put on now.