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Ibsen, Henrik, 1828-1906

"The Feast at Solhoug"

] But the world seems to me so rich and beautiful since the
moment when he told me that he held me dear.

MARGIT.
Why, Signe, Signe, I cannot understand that you should so quickly--!
You scarce knew him before to-day.

SIGNE.
Oh, 'tis but little I yet know of love; but this I know that what
the song says is true:
Full swiftly 'tis sown; ere a moment speeds by,
Deep, deep in the heart love is rooted for aye--

MARGIT.
So be it; and since so it is, I need no longer hold aught concealed
from you. Ah--
[She stops suddenly, as she sees KNUT and GUDMUND approaching.

KNUT.
[In a tone of satisfaction.] Ha, this is as I would have it,
Gudmund. Here is my hand!

MARGIT.
[To herself.] What is this?

GUDMUND.
[To KNUT.] And here is mine!
[They shake hands.

KNUT.
But now we must each of us name who it is--

GUDMUND.
Good. Here at Solhoug, among so many fair women, I have found
her whom--

KNUT.
I too. And I will bear her home this very night, if it be needful.

MARGIT.
[Who has approached unobserved.] All saints in heaven!

GUDMUND.
[Nods to KNUT.] The same is my intent.

SIGNE.
[Who has also been listening.] Gudmund!

GUDMUND AND KNUT.
[Whispering to each other, as they both point at Signe.] There
she is!

GUDMUND.
[Starting.] Aye, mine.

KNUT.
[Likewise.] No, mine!

MARGIT.


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