Margit.
[Screams.] O God, have mercy! Help! Help! They will die.
Gudmund.
[Setting down the goblet.] Margit—!
Signë.
What ails you, sister?
Margit.
[Towards the back.] Help, help! Will no one help?
[A House-Carl rushes in from the passage-way.
House-Carl.