The Feast at Solhoug by Henrik Ibsen
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[Paying no heed to him.] But I would have you take note that had a sword-bearing man spoken to me in such wise-- BENGT. Nay, but listen, Knut Gesling--you must understand us! KNUT. [As before.] Well, briefly, he should have learnt that the axe sits loose in my hand, as you said but now. BENGT. [Softly.] There we have it! Margit, Margit, this will never end well. MARGIT. [To KNUT.] You asked for a forthright answer, and that I have given you. KNUT. |
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