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Margrete.
[Falls on his neck.] Oh, Håkon, my beloved husband; do I stand near you now?
Håkon.
Ay, near me, near me; not to give me cunning counsels, but to shed light over my path. Come what will, I feel the Lord's strength within me!
Dagfinn the Peasant.
[Enters hastily from the back.] My lord, my lord! The worst has befallen!
Håkon.
[Smiles confidently while he holds Margrete and Inga closely to him.] I know it; but there is nought to fear, good Dagfinn! If there be two kings in Norway, there is but one in Heaven—and He will set all straight!
