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 Hialmar.

[Excited and confused.] Then it wasn't you that fired that shot in the garret?

Ekdal.

Me that fired? H'm.

Gregers.

[Calls out to Hialmar.] She has shot the wild duck herself!

Hialmar.

What can it mean? [Hastens to the garret door, tears it aside, looks in and calls loudly:] Hedvig!

Gina.

[Runs to the door.] Good God, what's that!

Hialmar.

[Goes in.] She's lying on the floor!

Gregers.

Hedvig! lying on the floor!

[Goes in to Hialmar.

Gina.

[At the same time.] Hedvig! [Inside the garret.] No, no, no!

Ekdal.

Ho-ho! does she go shooting too, now?

[Hialmar, Gina, and Gregers carry Hedvig into the studio; in her dangling right hand she holds the pistol fast clasped in her fingers.

Hialmar.

[Distracted.] The pistol has gone off. She has wounded herself. Call for help! Help!