Gregorius Jonsson.
Pardon, my lord; I must make speed
Bishop Nicholas.
Ay, do even so, my dear lord;—Dagfinn the Peasant is so hasty.
[Gregorius Jonsson hastens out to the right along with the remainder of the company; only Earl Skule and Bishop Nicholas are left behind in the hall.
Earl Skule.
[Walks up and down in deep thought; he seems suddenly to awaken; looks round him, and says:] How still it has become here of a sudden!
Bishop Nicholas.
The King has gone.
Earl Skule.
And every one has followed him.
Bishop Nicholas.
All, save us.
Earl Skule.
It is a great thing to be King.
Bishop Nicholas.
[Tentatively.] Are you fain to try it, Earl?
Earl Skule.
[With a serious smile.] I <g>have</g> tried it; every night that brings me sleep makes me King of Norway.
