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THE FEAST AT SOLHOUG.
[ACT II.
Margit.
[Bursting into laughter.]
Ha, ha!—Let me laugh!
'Tis good To laugh when the heart is in laughing mood!
Gudmund.
I see that you still have the same wild soul
As of old—
Margit.
[With sudden seriousness.]
Nay, let not that vex your mind,
'Tis only at midnight it mocks control;
By day I am timid as any hind.
How tame I have grown, you yourself must say,
When you think on the women in lands far away—
Of that fair Princess—ah, she was wild!
Beside her lamblike am I and mild.
She did not helplessly yearn and brood,
She would have acted; and that—
Gudmund.
'Tis good
You remind me; straightway I'll cast away
What to me is valueless after this day—
[Takes out the phial.
Margit.
The phial! You meant—?
