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Einar.
Who calls us?
Agnes.
[Pointing up.]
See!
Brand.
Heed where you go
Your feet are on the hollow snow
That overhangs a precipice.
Einar.
[Clasping her, and laughing up to Brand.]
Needless for her and me your fears!
Agnes.
We have a whole life long to play!
Einar.
In sunshine lies our destined way,
And ends but with a hundred years.
Brand.
And then you perish? So!
Agnes.
[Waving her veil.]
No; then
We fly to heaven and play again!
Einar.
A hundred years to revel given,
Each night the bridal lamps aflame,—
A century of glorious game
Brand.
And then—?
