Marcellus. You do not yet give up Prince Hjalmar?
Maleine. No.
Marcellus. Now, supposing I compel you? Ay, I! and supposing I have you put under lock and key? and supposing I separate you for evermore from your Hjalmar with his puny, girlish face? What say you? (She weeps.) Ha! that’s it—is’t? Begone, and we shall see about that—begone!
Next, the scene in the second act, where Maleine and Hjalmar meet in the gloomy park of the castle:
Hjalmar. ... Come!
Maleine. Not yet.
Hjalmar. Uglyane! Uglyane!
[Kisses her. Here the waterfall, blown about by the wind, collapses and splashes them.
Maleine. Oh! what have you done?
Hjalmar. It is the fountain.