Maleine. Oh, oh!
Hjalmar. It’s the wind.
Maleine. I am afraid.
Hjalmar. Think not of that any longer. Let us get further away. Let us not think of that any more. Ah, ah, ah! I am wet all over.
Maleine. There is somebody weeping, close by us.
Hjalmar. Somebody weeping?
Maleine. I am afraid.
Hjalmar. But cannot you hear that it’s only the wind?
Maleine. What are all those eyes on the tree, though?
Hjalmar. Where? Ha! those are the owls. They have returned. I will put them to flight. (Throws earth at them.) Away! away!