Bengt.
I will kill him, I say! I fear not to face ten such fellows as he. In the store-house hangs my grandfather's axe; its shaft is inlaid with silver; with that axe in my hands, I tell you—! [Thumps the table and drinks.] To-morrow I shall arm myself, go forth with all my men, and slay Knut Gesling.
[Empties the beaker.
Margit.
[To herself.] Oh, to have to live with him!
[Is in the act of leaving the room.
Bengt.
Margit, come here! Fill my cup again. [She approaches; he tries to draw her down on to his knee.] Ha, ha, ha! You are right fair, Margit! I love you well!
Margit.
[Freeing herself.] Let me go!
[Crosses, with the goblet in her hand, to the left.
Bengt.
You are not in the humour to-night. Ha, ha, ha! That means no great matter, I know.
Margit.
[Softly, as she fills the goblet.] Oh, that this might be the last beaker I should fill for you.
[She leaves the goblet on the table and is making her way out to the left.
