Now know I that life’s most precious treasure
Is nor worldly wealth nor earthly pleasure,
I have felt the remorse, the terror I know,
Of those who wantonly peril their soul,
To St. Sunniva’s cloister forthwith I go.—
[Before Gudmund and Signë can speak.
Nay: think not to move me or control.
[Places Signë’s hand in Gudmund’s.
Take her then, Gudmund, and make her your bride.
Your union is holy; God’s on your side.