[_Flinging the beaker upon the table on the left._] My faith, this has been a feast that will be the talk of the country. [_Sees_ MARGIT.] Eh, are you there? You are well again. Good, good. MARGIT. [_Who in the meantime has concealed the phial._] Is the door barred? BENGT. [_Seating himself at the table on the left._] I have seen to everything. I went with the last guests as far as the gates. But what became of Knut Gesling to-night?—Give me mead, Margit! I am thirsty. Fill this cup. [MARGIT _fetches a flagon of mead from a cupboard, and fills the goblet which is on the table in front of him._ MARGIT. [_Crossing to the right with the flagon._] You asked about Knut Gesling. BENGT. That I did. The boaster, the braggart! I have not forgot his threats of yester-morning. MARGIT. He used worse words when he left to-night. BENGT. He did? So much the better. I will strike him dead. MARGIT. [_Smiling contemptuously._] H’m— BENGT. I will kill him, I say! I fear not to face ten such fellows as he. In the store-house hangs my grandfather’s axe; its shaft is inlaid with silver; with that axe in my hands, I tell you—! [_Thumps the table and drinks._] To-morrow I shall arm myself, go forth with all my men, and slay Knut Gesling. [_Empties the beaker._ MARGIT. [_To herself._] Oh, to have to live with him! [_Is in the act of leaving the room._ BENGT. Margit, come here! Fill my cup again. [_She approaches; he tries to draw her down on to his knee._] Ha, ha, ha! You are right fair, Margit! I love you well! MARGIT. [_Freeing herself._] Let me go! [_Crosses, with the goblet in her hand, to the left._ BENGT. You are not in the humour to-night. Ha, ha, ha! That means no great matter, I know. MARGIT. [_Softly, as she fills the goblet._] Oh, that this might be the last beaker I should fill for you. [_She leaves the goblet on the table and is making her way out to the left._ BENGT. Hark to me, Margit. For one thing you may thank Heaven, and that is, that I made you my wife before Gudmund Alfson came back. MARGIT.