GUDMUND.
Det er jeg for visst.
Dog sværger jeg dyrt, ved den hellige Krist,
havde jeg kendt eders tanker og sind,
aldrig var jeg tyet på Solhaug ind.
Jeg mente, I endnu var mild og god,
alt som dengang jeg eder forlod;
men jeg vil ikke trygle; skoven er stor,
og sikker er min hånd og min bue; –
langt heller være hejens sten mit bord
og bjørnehiet min stue.
(vil gå.)
GUDMUND.
I am indeed.
But I swear, by the Holy Christ I swear,
Had I known the thoughts of your heart, I ne’er
Had bent me to Solhoug in my need.
I thought that you still were gentle-hearted,
As you ever were wont to be ere we parted:
But I truckle not to you; the wood is wide,
My hand and my bow shall fend for me there;
I will drink of the mountain brook, and hide
My head in the beast’s lair.
[On the point of going.]
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