“Thrice welcome, thrice welcome, Dus Van Hus,
Welcome, thrice welcome again, I cry;
Thou bear’st the brow like a King, I trow,
Yet little good thou wilt gain thereby.”
“Madam! my name is not Dus Van Hus,
How dar’st thou beard me in this strain,
When I know one, Black Haddingson,
Who oft, full oft, on thy breast has lain?
“Gain I no other recompense here
Than scoff and scorn from a thing like thee,
Before the crowd I’ll complain aloud
Of the wrong and injury done to me.
“First I will state my injuries great,
Which man nor woman cannot deny;
And unless I’m given amends, by heaven
Another game will the Marshal try.”
PART II.
Marsk Stig he woke at black midnight,
And loudly cried to his Lady dear:
“O dreamed have I so wondrously,
God read what I’ve been dreaming here!
“I dream’d my ship, my tall, tall ship,
To a boat did dwindle suddenly;
Its mast was gone, it helm had none,
Full soon it sank in the briny sea.
“I dream’d that each of my little pups
Was become at once a savage boar;
Through my garden wall they broke, and all
My pleasant herbs and roots uptore.
“And I dream’d as I and my courtiers good
Were riding over the bridge so wide,
My trusty horse with sudden force
Flung me, and into the forest hied.”
Then answer’d proud Dame Ingeborg,
Straight answer’d she her dear lord thus:
“To God alone in heaven is known,
My Lord, how it will fare with us.