(He knocks against another tree.)
They crackle so. Again.A wood, a wood!
O this means murder!
Gorm. O this means murder!Poor old man!
Icelin.The fool!—Stand still there!
Dansberg. Icelin.The fool!—Stand still there!Yes, good daughter, yes.
Hough, hough. I would but stroll—hough, hough, hough—
But stroll a little.
Icelin.Stroll then very little—
There is a pit there.