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THE FEAST AT SOLHOUG.
[ACT I.
Bengt.
Aye, mark you that.
Margit.
You must lay no hand on your axe—hear you, Knut Gesling?
Bengt.
Neither on your axe, nor on your knife, nor on any other weapon whatsoever.
Margit.
For then can you never hope to be one of our kindred.
Bengt.
Nay, that is our firm resolve.
Knut.
[To Margit.] Have no fear.
Bengt.
And what we have firmly resolved stands fast.
Knut.
That I like well, Sir Bengt Gauteson. I, too, say the same; and I have pledged myself at the feast-board to wed your kinswoman. You may be sure that my pledge, too, will stand fast.—God's peace till to-night!
[He and Erik, with their men, go out at the back.
[Bengt accompanies them to the door. The sound of the bells has in the meantime ceased.
