MARGIT.
You may doubtless read it in many a way;
But its truest meaning, methinks, is clear:
The church can never sever two that hold each other dear.
GUDMUND. [To himself.]
Ye saints, if she should--? Lest worse befall,
'Tis time indeed I told her all!
[Aloud.
Do you wish for my happiness--Margit, tell!
MARGIT. [In joyful agitation.]
Wish for it! I!
GUDMUND.
Then, wot you well,
The joy of my life now rests with you--
MARGIT. [With an outburst.]
Gudmund!
GUDMUND.
Listen! 'tis the time you knew--
[He stops suddenly.
[Voices and laughter are heard by the river bank. SIGNE and
other GIRLS enter from the right, accompanied by KNUT,
ERIK, and several YOUNGER MEN.
KNUT.
[Still at a distance.] Gudmund Alfson! Wait; I must speak a word
with you.
[He stops, talking to ERIK. The other GUESTS in the meantime
enter the house.
MARGIT.
[To herself.] The joy of his life--! What else can he mean
but--! [Half aloud.] Signe--my dear, dear sister!
[She puts her arm round SIGNE's waist, and they go towards
the back talking to each other.
GUDMUND.
[Softly as he follows them with his eyes.] Aye, so it were wisest.
Both Signe and I must away from Solhoug. Knut Gesling has shown
himself my friend; he will help me.
KNUT.
[Softly, to ERIK.] Yes, yes, I say, Gudmund is her kinsman; he
can best plead my cause.
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