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MARGIT.
Og den –? 
MARGIT.
And that--? 
GUDMUND
(med dæmpet stemme).
Den rummer en gådefuld saft; –
en dråbe deraf i din uvens bæger, –
så sagtelig sygner hans livsenskraft,
og intet i verden ham hjælper og læger. 
GUDMUND.
[Lowering his voice.]
Holds a secret draught.
A drop of this in your enemy’s cup
And his life will sicken and wither up.
No leechcraft helps ’gainst the deadly thing. 
MARGIT.
Men sig mig –? 
MARGIT.
And that--? 
GUDMUND
(hviskende).
Den var for kongen bestemt. 
GUDMUND.
That draught was meant for the King. 
MARGIT.
Alle helgener! 
MARGIT.
Great God! 
GUDMUND
(idet han atter forvarer flasken).
Vel, at jeg fik den gemt. –
Tre dage efter var farten tilende.
Så lønligt flygted jeg med mine svende;
jeg vidste jo nok, i kongens hal
vilde Audun listelig volde mit fald, –
vilde forklage mig – 
GUDMUND.
[Putting up the phial again.]
That I found it was well for them all.
In three days more was our voyage ended;
Then I fled, by my faithful men attended.
For I knew right well, in the royal hall,
That Audun subtly would work my fall,--
Accusing me-- 
MARGIT.
Nu er forbi
din værste nød; snart er alt ved det gamle. 
MARGIT.
Aye, but at Solhoug he
Cannot harm you. All as of old will be. 
GUDMUND.
Alt? Nej, Margit, – dengang var du fri. 
GUDMUND.
All? Nay, Margit--you then were free. 
MARGIT.
Du mener –? 
MARGIT.
You mean--? 
GUDMUND.
Jeg? Intet. Å, lad mig samle
mine tanker; jeg er så frejdig og fro
fordi jeg, som fordum, er hos eder to.
Men, sig mig, – Signe –? 
GUDMUND.
I? Nay, I meant naught. My brain
Is wildered; but ah, I am blithe and fain
To be, as of old, with you sisters twain.
But tell me,--Signe--? 
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