Bibliotheca Polyglotta

Gildet på Solhaug (The Feast at Solhaug)

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MARGIT.
Jeg takker; hel vel.

MARGIT.
Right well, I thank you.

GUDMUND.
Det blev sagt, hun skulde
være hos eder.

GUDMUND.
They said she was here With you.

MARGIT.
Her har hun været siden jeg –
(slår om.)
For tre år siden kom hun til Solhaug med mig.
(lidt efter.)
Hun træder visst snart i stuen herind.

MARGIT.
She has been here ever since we-- [Breaks off.]
She came, now three years since, to Solhoug with me. [After a pause.]
Ere long she’ll be here, her friend to greet.

GUDMUND.
Signe havde fordum så vennesælt sind;
hun kendte ej list eller rænke;
når jeg kommer ihu hendes øjne blå,
jeg må på guds engle tænke.
Dog, mangt kan i syv års tid forgå.
Sig mig, – mens fjernt fra bygden jeg vandred,
har også hun sig så stærkt forandret?

GUDMUND.
Well I mind me of Signe’s nature sweet.
No guile she dreamed of, no evil knew.
When I call to remembrance her eyes so blue
I must think of the angels in heaven.
But of years there have passed no fewer than seven;
In that time much may have altered. Oh, say
If she, too, has changed so while I’ve been away?

MARGIT
(tvungent spøgende).
Hun også? Er det i kongens gård
slig høvisk tale man lærer?
I minder mig om, hvordan tiden lærer –

MARGIT.
She too? Is it, pray, in the halls of kings
That you learn such courtly ways, Sir Knight?
To remind me thus of the change time brings--

GUDMUND.
Margit, hel vel mine ord I forstår.
Engang var I mig begge så blide;
I græd, da jeg skulde fra bygden ride;
vi loved at holde som søskende sammen
i fryd og i ve, i nød og i gammen.
I lyste som en sol mellem jomfruer små;
så viden om land eders ry monne gå; –
fuldt vel er I endnu så fager en kvinde.
Men Solhaugs frue, kan jeg mærke, har glemt
den fattige frænde. Så umildt er I stemt,
I, der engang var så vennesæl til sinde.

GUDMUND.
Nay, Margit, my meaning you read aright!
You were kind to me, both, in those far-away years--
Your eyes, when we parted were wet with tears.
We swore like brother and sister still
To hold together in good hap or ill.
’Mid the other maids like a sun you shone,
Far, far and wide was your beauty known.
You are no less fair than you were, I wot;
But Solhoug’s mistress, I see, has forgot
The penniless kinsman. So hard is your mind
That ever of old was gentle and kind.

MARGIT
(næsten tårekvalt).
Ja engang –!

MARGIT.
[Choking back her tears.]
Aye, of old--!

GUDMUND
(ser deltagende på hende, tier lidt og siger med dæmpet stemme):
Eders husbond bød os at korte
tiden med at melde om gammelt og kært.

GUDMUND.
[Looks compassionately at her, is silent for a little,then says in a subdued voice.]
Shall we do as your husband said?
Pass the time with talk of the dear old days?

MARGIT
(heftigt).
Nej, nej; ikke derom!
(roligere.)
Det falder mig så svært
at mindes; den ting har jeg aldrig lært.
Meld heller om de år, I var borte; –
den tid er vel ej på bedrift så arm;
meget må I kunne mig berette;
derude er jo verden både vid og varm, –
der er sindet og tankerne lette.

MARGIT.
[Vehemently.]
No, no, not of them!
Their memory’s dead.
My mind unwillingly backward strays.
Tell rather of what your life has been,
Of what in the wide world you’ve done and seen.
Adventures you’ve lacked not, well I ween--
In all the warmth and the space out yonder,
That heart and mind should be light, what wonder?

GUDMUND.
I kongens hal var jeg aldrig så fro,
som dengang jeg var smådreng i den fattige bo.

GUDMUND.
In the King’s high hall I found not the joy
That I knew by my own poor hearth as a boy.

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