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THE FEAST AT SOLHOUG.
[ACT III.
Gudmund.
[Places himself in front of her.]
Nay, nay, fear nothing, Signë sweet—
I am here, and my good sword.
[Margit comes in in haste from the left.
Margit.
[Listening to the noise.] What means this? Is my husband—?
Gudmund and Signë.
Margit!
Margit.
[Catches sight of them.] Gudmund! And Signë! Are you here?
Signë.
[Going towards her.] Margit—dear sister!
Margit.
[Appalled, having seen the goblet which Gudmund still holds in his hand.] The goblet! Who has drunk from it?
Gudmund.
[Confused.] Drunk—? I and Signë—we meant—
Margit.
[Screams.] O God, have mercy! Help! Help! They will die.
