GUDMUND.
I see that you still have the same wild soul
As of old—
MARGIT. [With sudden seriousness.]
Nay, let not that vex your mind,
'Tis only at midnight it mocks control;
By day I am timid as any hind.
How tame I have grown, you yourself must say,
When you think on the women in lands far away—
Of that fair Princess—ah, she was wild!
Beside her lamblike am I and mild.
She did not helplessly yearn and brood,
She would have acted; and that—
GUDMUND.
'Tis good
You remind me; Straightway I'll cast away
What to me is valueless after this day—
[Takes out the phial.
MARGIT.
The phial! You meant—?