The Feast at Solhoug

The Feast at Solhoug

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The Feast at Solhoug by Henrik Ibsen

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Translation by William Archer and Mary Morrison.

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MARGIT. [Ever more wildly.]

At midnight's hour Sweet were our sleep in my lonely bower;-- And if death should come with the dawn, I trow 'Twere sweet to die so;--what thinkest thou?

GUDMUND.

You are sick!

MARGIT. [Bursting into laughter.]

Ha, ha!--Let me laugh! 'Tis good To laugh when the heart is in laughing mood!

GUDMUND.

I see that you still have the same wild soul As of old--

MARGIT. [With sudden seriousness.]

Nay, let not that vex your mind, 'Tis only at midnight it mocks control; By day I am timid as any hind.

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