[ACT I.
THE FEAST AT SOLHOUG.
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Gudmund.
[To himself.]
I am snared already, it seems to me.
Signë.
But, Gudmund, wait—you have still to see
How I've shielded your harp from the dust and the rust.
[As she goes out to the left.
You shall teach me all of your songs! You must!
Gudmund.
[Softly, as he follows her with his eyes.]
She has flushed to the loveliest rose of May,
That was yet but a bud in the morning's ray.
Signë.
[Returning with the harp.]
Behold!
Gudmund.
[Taking it.]
My harp! As bright as of yore!
[Striking one or two chords.
Still the old chords ring sweet and clear—
On the wall, untouched, thou shalt hang no more.
Margit.
[Looking out at the back.]
Our guests are coming.
