Peter.
[Wildly.] For your sake, for your sake! Therefore God dare not deny to blot it out!
King Skule.
"Pure and blameless," I swore to Ingeborg—and he scoffs at heaven!
Paul Flida.
[Entering.] All is in uproar! The impious deed has struck terror to your men; they flee into the churches.
King Skule.
They shall out; they must out!
Bård Bratte.
[Entering.] The townsfolk have risen against you; they are slaying the Vårbælgs wherever they find them, on the streets or in the houses!
A Man-at-Arms.
[Entering.] The Birchlegs are sailing up the river!
King Skule.
Summon all my men together! None must fail me here!
Paul Flida.
They will not come; they are benumbed with dread.
King Skule.
[Despairingly.] But I <g>cannot</g> fall now! My son must not die with a deadly sin upon his soul!
