[Sees
MARGIT.] Eh, are you there? You are well again. Good, good.
MARGIT.
[Who in the meantime has concealed the phial.] Is the door
barred?
BENGT.
[Seating himself at the table on the left.] I have seen to
everything. I went with the last guests as far as the gates. But
what became of Knut Gesling to-night?--Give me mead, Margit! I
am thirsty Fill this cup.
[MARGIT fetches a flagon of the mead from a cupboard, and
and fills the goblet which is on the table before him.
MARGIT.
[Crossing to the right with the flagon.] You asked about
Knut Gesling.
BENGT.
That I did. The boaster, the braggart! I have not forgot his
threats of yester-morning.
MARGIT.
He used worse words when he left to-night.
BENGT.
He did? So much the better. I will strike him dead.
MARGIT.
[Smiling contemptuously.] H'm--
BENGT.
I will kill him, I say! I fear not to face ten such fellows as
he. In the store-house hangs my grandfather's axe; its shaft is
inlaid with silver; with that axe in my hands, I tell you--!
[Thumps the table and drinks.] To-morrow I shall arm myself, go
forth with all my men, and slay Knut Gesling.
[Empties the beaker.
MARGIT.
[To herself.] Oh, to have to live with him!
[Is in the act of leaving the room.
BENGT.
Margit, come here! Fill my cup again. [She approaches; he
tries to draw her down on his knee.
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