[She totters and, fainting, seeks to support herself against
the trunk of a tree.
SIGNE.
[Weeping, has rushed up to her, and takes her in her arms.]
Margit! My sister!
GUDMUND.
[At the same time, supporting her.] Help! help! she is dying!
[BENGT and the GUESTS flock round them with cries of alarm.
ACT THIRD
The hall at Solhoug as before, but now in disorder after the feast.
It is night still, but with a glimmer of approaching dawn in
the room and over the landscape without.
BENGT stands outside in the passage-way, with a beaker of ale in
his hand. A party of GUESTS are in the act of leaving the
house. In the room a MAID-SERVANT is restoring order.