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I will kill him, I say! I fear not to face ten such fellows as he. In the store-house hangs my grandfather's axe; its shaft is inlaid with silver; with that axe in my hands, I tell you—! [Thumps the table and drinks.] To-morrow I shall arm myself, go forth with all my men, and slay Knut Gesling.

[To herself.] Oh, to have to live with him!

Margit, come here! Fill my cup again. [She approaches; he tries to draw her down on to his knee.] Ha, ha, ha! You are right fair, Margit! I love you well!

[Freeing herself.] Let me go!

You are not in the humour to-night. Ha, ha, ha! That means no great matter, I know.

[Softly, as she fills the goblet.] Oh, that this might be the last beaker I should fill for you.