BENGT.
[Leans back in his chair and laughs.] Oho! You are impatient for my coming? Get you in; I will follow you soon.
MARGIT.
[Suddenly decided.] Your beaker is full. [Points.] There it is.
[She goes quickly out to the left.
BENGT.
[Rising.] I like her well. It repents me not a whit that I took her to wife, though of heritage she owned no more than yonder goblet and the brooches of her wedding gown.
[He goes to the table at the window and takes the goblet.
[A HOUSE-CARL enters hurriedly and with scared looks, from
the back.
HOUSE-CARL.
[Calls.] Sir Bengt, Sir Bengt! haste forth with all the speed you can! Knut Gesling with an armed train is drawing near the house.