] Ha, ha, ha! You are right
fair, Margit! I love thee well!
MARGIT.
[Freeing herself.] Let me go!
[Crosses, with the goblet in her hand, to the left.
BENGT.
You are not in the humour to-night. Ha, ha, ha! That means no
great matter, I know.
MARGIT.
[Softly, as she fills the goblet.] Oh, that this might be the
last beaker I should fill for you.
[She leaves the goblet on the table and is making her way
out to the left.
BENGT.
Hark to me, Margit. For one thing you may thank Heaven, and
that is, that I made you my wife before Gudmund Alfson came back.
MARGIT.
Why so?
BENGT.
Why, say you? Am not I ten times the richer man? And certain
I am that he would have sought you for his wife, had you not been
the mistress of Solhoug.
MARGIT.
[Drawing nearer and glancing at the goblet.] Say you so?
BENGT.
I could take my oath upon it. Bengt Gauteson has two sharp eyes
in his head. But he may still have Signe.
MARGIT.
And you think he will--?
BENGT.
Take her? Aye, since he cannot have you. But had you been
free,--then-- Ha, ha, ha! Gudmund is like the rest. He envies
me my wife. That is why I set such store by you, Margit. Here
with the goblet again. And let it be full to the brim!
MARGIT.
[Goes unwillingly across to the right.] You shall have it
straightway.
BENGT.
Knut Gesling is a suitor for Signe, too, but him I am resolved
to slay.
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