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Dagny.
Thorolf! All good powers!—thou art a man, grown!
Thorolf.
That may I well be, forsooth, in five years
Dagny.
Ay, true, true.
Sigurd.
[Giving him his hand.] In thee will Örnulf find a stout carl, or I mistake me. Thorolf. Would he but prove me! Dagny. [Smiling.] He spares thee more than thou hast a mind to? Thou wast ever well-nigh too dear to him. Sigurd. Whither has he gone? Thorolf. Down to his ship;—go you on; he will follow. Sigurd. I await my men; they are mooring my ships and bringing ashore wares. Thorolf. There must I lend a hand! [Goes down towards the shore.
Sigurd.
[After a moment's reflection.] Dagny, my wife,
