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 Relling.

[Tries to loosen the pistol.] She's holding it so tight, so tight.

Gina.

No, no, Relling, don't break her fingers; let the pigstol be.

Hialmar.

She shall take it with her.

Gina.

Yes, let her. But the child mustn't lie here for a show. She shall go to her own room, so she shall. Help me, Ekdal.

[Hialmar and Gina take Hedvig between them.

Hialmar.

[As they are carrying her.] Oh Gina, Gina, can you survive this!

Gina.

We must help each other to bear it. For now at least she belongs to both of us.

Molvik.

[Stretches out his arms and mumbles.] Blessed be the Lord; to earth thou shalt return; to earth thou shalt return

Relling.

[Whispers.] Hold your tongue, you fool; you're drunk.

[Hialmar and Gina carry the body out through the kitchen door. Relling shuts it after them. Molvik slinks out into the passage.