Hjalmar. Oh, my poor Uglyane!
Maleine. I am afraid.
Hjalmar. Afraid—at my side?
Maleine. There are flames amid the trees.
Hjalmar. That is nothing—mere lightning. It has been very sultry to-day.
Maleine. I am afraid. Oh! who can be digging so at the ground around us?
Hjalmar. That is nothing. ‘Tis but a mole—a poor little mole at work.
(The mole in Hamlet! To our old acquaintance greeting!)
Maleine. I am afraid.