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[Block and Jöns are treated to a meal by Jof and Mia]
Jof: I've written a song about the spring! Would you like to hear it?
[Jof gets up to fetch his instrument, but Mia stops him]
Mia: Our guest may not care for your songs.
Jöns: Oh, yes. I write songs myself.
Jof: You see!
Jöns: There's one about an enormous fish which you haven't heard.
[Block clears his throat]
Jöns: And you're not going to hear it, either.
. . .
[as Block broods, Mia offers him a bowl of wild strawberries]
Block: We worry about so much.
Mia: It's better to be two.
. . .
Block: To believe is to suffer. It is like loving someone in the dark who never answers.
. . .
Block: I shall remember this hour of peace: the strawberries, the bowl of milk, your faces in the dusk. Mikael asleep, Jof with his lute. I shall remember our words, and shall bear this memory between my hands as carefully as a bowl of fresh milk.
[he drinks from the bowl]
Block: And this will be a sign, and a great content.
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