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:]
Good-night! Good-night! Sweet dreams to-night be thine;
To-morrow, Svanhild, thou art plighted mine!
[Goes out quickly to the right; from the water the CHORUS is heard again.]