ULFHEIM.

[Looks at her moment.] Now listen to me, my good companion of the
chase---


MAIA.

Well, what it is now?


ULFHEIM.

Should not we two tack our poor shreds of life together?


MAIA.

Is his worship inclined to set up as a patching-tailor?


ULFHEIM.

Yes, indeed he is. Might not we two try to draw the rags together here
and there--so as to make some sort of a human life out of them?


MAIA.