By Heaven, 'tis so!
I mind me still of the red wine's glow
As she drank from it on the day we parted
To our meeting again in health and glad-hearted.
To herself that draught betided woe.
No, Signe, ne'er drink wine or mead
From that goblet.
[Pours its contents out at the window.
We must away with all speed.
[Tumult and calls without, at the back.
SIGNE.
List, Gudmund! Voices and trampling feet!
GUDMUND.
Knut Gesling's voice!
SIGNE.
O save us, Lord!
GUDMUND. [Places himself in front of her.]