HEMMING.
Den gyldne ring, den har hun mig skænket,
så er hun mig endnu både huld og god!
Hun mente det ikke, det var skrømt, når hun lod,
som hun var så bitterlig krænket.
Alt vil jeg friste, alt tør jeg vove!
(nedslået.)
Og dog, jeg er jo så fattig en svend,
og imorgen skal hun føres for alteret hen!
(raskt.)
Men brudgommen færdes i de vilde skove;
o, hvis han aldrig mere kom igen!
(vil ile ud, men standser med et udråb.)
Olaf! der er han!
(Olaf kommer langsomt frem mellem klipperne i baggrunden. Han går drømmende, med blottet hoved og hænderne fulde af blomster, som han sønderriver og strør på vejen; hans hele færd bærer under det følgende præg af en forvirret tilstand.)
HEMMING.
The golden ring unto me she has granted,
Then still is she true, I am not deceived!
’Twas only in jest that she scolded and ranted
As though she were bitterly grieved.
All will I venture, no more will I dread!
HEMMING.
[Despondent.]
And yet, I am only a penniless swain,
And early tomorrow is she to be wed!
HEMMING.
[Quickly.]
But into the forest the bridegroom is fled;
O, if he should never come home again!
HEMMING.
[Starts to rush out, but stops with a cry.]
Olaf! there is he!
[OLAF comes slowly forward between the rocks in the background. He walks dreaming, his head uncovered, and his hands full of flowers which he tears to pieces and scatters on the way; his whole behavior during the following indicates an unsettled mind.]
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