PEER
[approaches the hut]
Forward and back, and it’s just as far.
Out and in, and it’s just as strait.
[Stops.]
No!— like a wild, an unending lament,
is the thought: to come back, to go in, to go home.
[Takes a few steps on, but stops again.]
Roundabout, said the Boyg!
[Hears singing in the hut.]
Ah, no; this time at least
right through, though the path may be never so strait!
[He runs towards the hut; at the same moment SOLVEIG appears in the doorway, dressed for church, with psalm-book wrapped in a kerchief, and a staff in her hand. She stands there erect and mild.]