How can you doubt that I will come? Are you not henceforth my betrothed?—But will you be true to me, Elina? Will you not forget me ere we meet again?
Elina.
Do you ask if I will be true? Have I any will left then? Have I power to be untrue to you, even if I would?—You came by night; you knocked upon my door;—and I opened to you. You spoke to me. What was it you said? You gazed in my eyes. What was the mystic might that turned my brain, and lured me as into a magic net? [Hides her face on his shoulder.] Oh, look not on me, Nils Lykke! You must not look upon me after this—True, say you? Do you not own me? I am yours;—I must be yours—to all eternity.
Nils Lykke.
Now, by my knightly honour, ere the year be past, you shall sit as my wife in the hall of my fathers!
Elina.
No vows, Nils Lykke! No oaths to me.
Nils Lykke.
What ails you? Why do you shake your head so mournfully?
Elina.