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THE FEAST AT SOLHOUG.
[ACT III.
Signë.
[Beseechingly.] Margit!
Margit.
Good fortune follow you both!
Signë.
[Flinging her arms round Margit's neck.] Dear sister!
Gudmund.
Margit, I thank you. And now farewell. [Listening.] Hush! I hear the tramp of hoofs in the court-yard.
Signë.
[Apprehensively.] Strangers have arrived.
[A House-Carl appears in the doorway at the back.
House-Carl.
The King's men are without. They seek Gudmund Alfson.
Signë.
Oh God!
Margit.
[In great alarm.] The King's men!
Gudmund.
All is at an end, then. Oh Signë, to lose you now—could there be a harder fate?
