[ACT II.
THE FEAST AT SOLHOUG.
241
Gudmund.
So be it, I go.
Signë.
And here will I bide;
[Listening towards the right.
Or better—down by the riverside,
I hear Knut Gesling, with maidens and men.
Gudmund.
There will you stay?
Signë.
Till you come again.
[She goes out to the right. Gudmund goes into the house.
[Margit enters from behind the house on the left.
Margit.
In the hall there is gladness and revelry;
The dancers foot it with jest and glee.
The air weighed hot on my brow and breast;
For Gudmund, he was not there.
[She draws a deep breath.
Out here 'tis better: here's quiet and rest.
How sweet is the cool night air!
[A brooding silence.
That horrible thought! Oh, why should it be
That wherever I go it follows me?
