[Flinging the beaker upon the table on the left.] My faith, this has been a feast that will be the talk of the country. [Sees MARGIT.] Eh, are you there? You are well again. Good, good.
MARGIT.
[Who in the meantime has concealed the phial.] Is the door barred?
BENGT.
[Seating himself at the table on the left.] I have seen to everything. I went with the last guests as far as the gates. But what became of Knut Gesling to-night?—Give me mead, Margit! I am thirsty Fill this cup.
[MARGIT fetches a flagon of the mead from a cupboard, and and fills the goblet which is on the table before him.
MARGIT.
[Crossing to the right with the flagon.] You asked about
Knut Gesling.
BENGT.
That I did. The boaster, the braggart! I have not forgot his threats of yester-morning.