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THE FEAST AT SOLHOUG.
[ACT I.
Bengt.
[Glancing uneasily towards his wife.] Well, I—to me it seems—[As she remains silent.] H'm, Margit, let us first hear your thought in the matter.
Margit.
[Rising.] Sir Knut Gesling, I have long known all that Erik of Heggë has told of you. I know full well that you come of a lordly house; you are rich in gold and gear, and you stand in high favour with our royal master.
Bengt.
[To Knut.] In high favour—so say I too.
Margit.
And doubtless my sister could choose her no doughtier mate—
Bengt.
None doughtier; that is what I say too.
Margit.
—if so be that you can win her to think kindly of you.
Bengt.
[Anxiously, and half aside.] Nay—nay, my dear wife—
Knut.
[Springing up.] Stands it so, Dame Margit! You think that your sister—
