Aye, but the King's decree?
KNUT.
Oh, the King's decree! You know as well as I that the King's decree is but little heeded here in the uplands. Were the King's decree to be enforced, many a stout fellow among us would have to pay dear both for bride-rape and for man-slaying. Come this way, I would fain know where Signe—?
[They go out to the right.
[GUDMUND and SIGNE come down the footpath at the back.
SIGNE.
Oh, speak! Say on! For sweeter far
Such words than sweetest music are.
GUDMUND.
Signe, my flower, my lily fair!
SIGNE. [In subdued, but happy wonderment.]
I am dear to him—I!