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THE FEAST AT SOLHOUG.
[ACT II.
Erik.
Aye, but the King's decree?
Knut.
Oh, the King's decree! You know as well as I that the King's decree is but little heeded here in the uplands. Were the King's decree to be enforced, many a stout fellow among us would have to pay dear both for bride-rape and for man-slaying. Come this way, I would fain know where Signë—?
[They go out to the right.
[Gudmund and Signë come down the footpath at the back.
Signë.
Oh, speak! Say on! For sweeter far
Such words than sweetest music are.
Gudmund.
Signë, my flower, my lily fair!
Signë.
[In subdued, but happy wonderment.]
I am dear to him—I!
Gudmund.
As none other I swear.
Signë.
And is it I that can bind your will!
And is it I that your heart can fill!
Oh, dare I believe you?
