I will jump over the precipice yonder, if need be---


ULFHEIM.

And mangle and mash yourself up into dogs'-meat! A juicy morsel!
[Lets go his hold.] As you please. Jump over the precipice if you
want to. It's a dizzy drop. There's only one narrow footpath down
it, and that's almost impassable.


MAIA.

[Dusts her skirt with her hand, and looks at him with angry eyes.]
Well, you are a nice one to go hunting with!


ULFHEIM.

Say rather, sporting.


MAIA.

Oh! So you call this sport, do you?


ULFHEIM.

Yes, I venture to take that liberty. It is the sort of sport I like