Ride to the church with him.
Hear me, thou Queen of Elfland.
Vain, vain are threat and spell;
For naught can sunder two true hearts
That love each other well!
An Old Man.
That is a right fair song. See how the young swains cast their glances thitherward! [Pointing towards the Girls.] Aye, aye, doubtless each has his own.
Bengt.
[Making eyes at Margit.] Yes, I have mine, that is sure enough. Ha, ha, ha!
Margit.