[ACT III.
THE FEAST AT SOLHOUG.
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House-Carl.
Some of your guests espied him on the road beneath, and hastened back to warn you.
Bengt.
E'en so. Then will I—! Fetch me my grandfather's battle-axe!
[He and the House-Carl, go out at the back.
[Soon after, Gudmund and Signë enter quietly and cautiously by the door on the right.
Signë.
[In muffled tones.]
It must, then, be so!
Gudmund.
[Also softly.]
Necessity's might
Constrains us.
Signë.
Oh! thus under cover of night
To steal from the valley where I was born!
[Dries her eyes.
Yet shalt thou hear no plaint forlorn.
'Tis for thy sake my home I flee;
Wert thou not outlawed, Gudmund dear,
I'd stay with my sister.
