Skule.] Duke, I am weak and weary; a mild and charitable mood comes over me
Duke Skule.
It is death! Trond the Priest's letter! Where is it?
Bishop Nicholas.
First another matter;—I gave you the list of my enemies
Duke Skule.
[Impatiently.] Yes, yes; I will take full revenge upon them
Bishop Nicholas.
No, my soul is filled with mildness; I will forgive, as the Scripture commands. As you would forgo might, I will forgo revenge. Burn the list!
Duke Skule.
Ay, ay; as you will.
Bishop Nicholas.
Here, in the brazier; so that I may see it
Duke Skule.
[Throws the paper into the fire.] There, then; see, it burns. And now, speak, speak. You risk thousands of lives if you speak not now!
Bishop Nicholas.
[With sparkling eyes.] Thousands of lives.
[Shrieks.] Light! Air!
Håkon.
[Rushes to the door and cries.] Help! The Bishop is dying!
