GUDMUND
(stiller sig foran hende).
Frygt ikke; vel skal jeg værge min brud.
(Margit kommer ilsomt fra venstre.)
GUDMUND.
[Places himself in front of her.]
Nay, nay, fear nothing, Signe sweet--
I am here, and my good sword.
[MARGIT comes in in haste from the left.]
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