MARGIT.
Nu er det nok. Dine bittre ord
vil volde dig anger og kvide.
Havde jeg vidst, at du fredløs foer
alt over strande så vide, –
tro mig, da var det min kæreste dag,
da du tyed ind under Solhaugs tag;
da var det for visst min gladeste fest,
når den fredløse meldte sig her som gæst.
MARGIT.
Enough, enough. Your bitterness
You presently shall rue.
Had I known you outlawed, shelterless,
Hunted the country through--
Trust me, the day that brought you here
Would have seemed the fairest of many a year;
And a feast I had counted it indeed
When you turned to Solhoug for refuge in need.
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