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The Birchlegs.
A new heir, said he?
Håkon.
Skule Bårdsson, let us share the kingdom!
King Skule.
All or nought!
Håkon.
Think of the Queen, your daughter!
King Skule.
I have a son, I have a son! I think of none but him!
Håkon.
I too have a son;—if I fall the kingdom will be his!
King Skule.
Slay the King-child, wherever you find it! Slay it on the throne; slay it at the altar; slay it—slay it in the Queen's arms!
Håkon.
There did you utter your own doom!
King Skule.
[Slashing about him.] Slay, slay without mercy! King Skule has a son! Slay, slay!
[The fighting gradually passes away to the
left.
Gregorius Jonsson.
The Vargbælgs are hewing their way through!
Dagfinn.
Ay, but only to flee.
