INGOLF. Perhaps for you, but not for me.
KRISTRUN. I thought your silent confession that evening was
sincere. The next day, I overheard a conversation between you and
Hrafnhild, you didn't know I was there. Perhaps she has noticed
the change in you. She used her voice, her intelligence, her
beauty, her whole appeal, to get your caresses. And she got them,
many and warm.
INGOLF. You yourself say that I have changed. You yourself say
that I love you.
KRISTRUN. I myself say that you must choose between us.
INGOLF. My heart has chosen, Kristrun. And now my hand chooses.
[He slowly takes the ring off his finger.] Are you satisfied now?
KRISTRUN. Why do you ask so sadly? Do you do this half-heartedly?
... I don't know whether I can trust you. Only yesterday, when she
called you away from me, my heart throbbed with joy. The air about
me sang: It is you he loves! But after a while, when she came out,
she passed me with a look of supremacy in her eyes. I saw it, I
saw it ... you are completely in her power.
INGOLF. Before the sun sets to-night, you will have to take back
those words.
KRISTRUN.
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