IRENE
(stryger sig over panden).
Du kan ha’ ret i det. Lad os ryste det dybe og det tunge af os. (plukker bladene af en fjeldrose og strør dem i bækken.) Se der, Arnold. Der svømmer vore fugle.
IRENE.
[Drawing her hand over her forehead.]
Perhaps you are right. Let us shake off all the hard things that go to the heart. [Plucks off the leaves of a mountain rose and strews them on the brook.] Look there, Arnold. There are our birds swimming.
爱吕尼
（用手在额上一摸）
也许你说得不错。咱们把伤心事一齐撇开吧。（把一朵野玫瑰花瓣摘下来，撇在水面上）阿诺尔得，你瞧。咱们的鸟儿在游泳。
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