Another.
'Tis every man's duty to slay him.
Margrete.
I am the Queen; I command you to depart!
A Voice.
'Tis Skule Bårdsson's daughter, and not the Queen, that speaks thus.
Another.
You have no power over life and death; the King has doomed him!
Lady Ragnhild.
Into the church, Skule! For God's mercy's sake, let not the bloodthirsty caitiffs approach you!
King Skule.
Ay, into the church; I would not fall at the hands of such as these. My wife, my daughter; meseems I have found peace and light; oh, I cannot lose them again so soon!
[Moves towards the chapel.
Peter.
[Without, on the right.] My father, my king. Now will you soon have the victory!
King Skule.
[With a shriek.] He! He!
[Sinks down upon the church steps.
Lady Ragnhild.
Who is it?
