that I might be blessed with a son—I got only daughters.
Bishop Nicholas.
Håkon will have sons, Earl—mark that!
Earl Skule.
[Crossing to the window on the right.] Ay—all things fall out to Håkon's wish. Bishop Nicholas. And you—will you suffer yourself to be outlawed from happiness all your life through? Are you blind? See you not that it is a stronger might than the Birchlegs that stands at Håkon's back, and furthers all his life-work? He has help from above, from—from those that are against you—from those that have been your enemies, even from your birth! And will you bow before these your enemies? Rouse you, man; straighten your back! To what end got you your masterful soul? Bethink you that the first great deed in all the world was done by one who rose against a mighty realm! Earl Skule. Who? Bishop Nicholas. The angel who rose against the light! Earl Skule.
And was hurled into the bottomless pit
Bishop Nicholas.
[Wildly.] And founded there a kingdom, and made himself a king, a mighty king—*
