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[Battling in an agony of indecision, at last says.] I pray you drink no more to-night!

[Leans back in his chair and laughs.] Oho! You are impatient for my coming? Get you in; I will follow you soon.

[Suddenly decided.] Your beaker is full. [Points.] There it is.

[Rising.] I like her well. It repents me not a whit that I took her to wife, though of heritage she owned no more than yonder goblet and the brooches of her wedding gown.

[Calls.] Sir Bengt, Sir Bengt! haste forth with all the speed you can! Knut Gesling with an armed train is drawing near the house.

[Putting down the goblet.] Knut Gesling? Who brings the tidings?