[ACT III.
THE FEAST AT SOLHOUG.
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Gudmund.
Aye, let us drain it, naming her name!
[Starts.
Stop!
[Takes the goblet from her.
For meseems it is the same—
Signë.
'Tis Margit's beaker.
Gudmund.
[Examining it carefully.]
By Heaven, 'tis so!
I mind me still of the red wine's glow
As she drank from it on the day we parted
To our meeting again in health and glad-hearted.
To herself that draught betided woe.
No, Signë, ne'er drink wine or mead
From that goblet.
[Pours its contents out at the window.
We must away with all speed.
[Tumult and calls without, at the back.
Signë.
List, Gudmund! Voices and trampling feet!
Gudmund.
Knut Gesling's voice!
Signë.
O save us, Lord!
