Marcellus. Do you not understand?
Maleine. What, my lord?
Marcellus. Will you promise me to forget Hjalmar?
Maleine. My lord!...
Marcellus. What say you? Do you still love Hjalmar?
Maleine. Ay, my lord.
Marcellus. Ay, my lord. Oh, devils and tempests! she coolly confesses it. She dares to tell me this without shame. She has seen Hjalmar once only, for one single afternoon, and now she is hotter than hell.
Godeliva. My lord!...
Marcellus. Be silent, you. “Ay, my lord!” and she is not yet fifteen! Ha! it makes one long to kill them then and there....
Godeliva. My lord....