[ACT I.
THE FEAST AT SOLHOUG.
211
Margit.
[Stroking her hair.]
I mean—nay, no more! 'Twill shortly be seen—;
I mean—should a wooer ride hither to-night—?
Signë.
A wooer? For whom?
Margit.
For you.
Signë.
[Laughing.]
For me?
That he'd ta'en the wrong road full soon he would see.
Margit.
What would you say if a valiant knight
Begged for your hand?
Signë.
That my heart was too light
To think upon suitors or choose a mate.
Margit.
But if he were mighty, and rich, and great?
Signë.
Oh, were he a king, did his palace hold
Stores of rich garments and ruddy gold,
