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Svanhild [after a short pause].
You gaze so at me!
Falk [half to himself].
Yes, 'tis <g>there</g>—the same; The shadow in her eyes' deep mirror sleeping, The roguish elf about her lips a-peeping, It is there.
Svanhild.
<g>What</g>? You frighten me.
Falk.
Your name Is Svanhild?
Svanhild.
Yes, you know it very well.
Falk.
But do <g>you</g> know the name is laughable? I beg you to discard it from to-night!
Svanhild.
That would be far beyond a daughter's right—
Falk [laughing].
Hm. "Svanhild! Svanhild!"
[With sudden gravity.
With your earliest breath
How came you by this prophecy of death?
