Falk [looking reflectively at him, says slowly].
There is my program, furnished in a phrase.
[In a lively outburst.
<g>Now</g> I have wakened from my dreaming days,
I've cast the die of life's supreme transaction,
I'll show you—else the devil take me—
Guldstad.
Fie,
No cursing: curses never scared a fly.
Falk.
Words, words, no more, but action, only action!
I will reverse the plan of the Creation;—
Six days were lavish'd in that occupation;
My world's still lying void and desolate,
Hurrah, to-morrow, Sunday—I'll create!
Guldstad [laughing].
Yes, strip, and tackle it like a man, that's right! But first go in and sleep on it. Good-night!
[Goes out to the left. Svanhild appears in the room over the verandah; she shuts the window and draws down the blind.
Falk.
No, first I'll act. I've slept too long and late.
[Looks up at Svanhild's window, and exclaims, as if seized with a sudden resolution:
