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 over, as I am your mother's guest,you will not deny me the flower-spray you wear in your bosom. So long as it is fresh and fragrant, I shall have in it an image of yourself.

[Proudly, but still gazing at him.] Pardon me, Sir Knight'twas plucked in my own chamber, and  can grow no flower for you.

[Loosening a spray of flowers that he wears in the front of his doublet.] At least you will not disdain this humble gift. 'Twas a farewell token from a courtly dame when I set forth from Trondhiem this morning.But mark me, noble maiden,were I to offer you a gift that were fully worthy of you, it could be nought less than a princely crown.

[Who has taken the flowers passively.] And were it the royal crown of Denmark you held forth to mebefore I shared it with, I would crush it to pieces between my hands, and cast the fragments at your feet!

[Mutters to himself.] Boldas Inger Ottis-daughter by Knut Alfson's bier!