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Great God! It is not you—?

Who win this overplus of bliss? Ah no!

[with almost childish joy]. It is not you! O God be glorified! What love, what mercy does He not bestow! I shall not see you as another's bride;— 'Twas but the fire of pain He bade me bear— [Tries to seize her hand.

O hear me, Svanhild, hear me then—

[pointing quickly to the background].

See there!

[''She goes towards the house. At the same moment, and emerge from the background. During the previous scene the sun has set; it is now dark.''

[to ].

The Strawmans may be momently expected. Where have you been?

[after glancing at ].

Your colour's very high.

A little face-ache; it will soon pass by.