Set bow to fiddle! To sound of strings
We’ll dance till night shall furl her wings,
Through the long hours glad and golden!
Like blood-red blossom the maiden glows—
Come, bold young wooer and hold the rose
In a soft embrace enfolden.
[Knut Gesling and Erik of Heggë enter from the house. Sounds of music, dancing and merriment are heard from within during what follows.
Erik.
If only you come not to repent it, Knut.
Knut.