brooks not to be put to shifts, as you and your men would call it
Håkon.
[Controlling his rising wrath.] And soEarl Skule. In one word—I <g>will</g> not give it you! Håkon. Then you defy me! Earl Skule. Since so it must be—yes, I defy you. Ivar Bodde. [Forcibly.] Now, my lord King, I scarce think you or any man can now need further proof! Dagfinn. Nay, now I think we know the Earl's mind. Håkon. [Coldly, to the Earl.] You will hand the Great Seal to Ivar Bodde. Margrete. [Rushes with clasped hands towards the daïs, where the King is standing.] Håkon, be a kind and gracious husband to me! [Håkon makes an imperative gesture towards her; she hides her face in her veil, and goes up towards her mother again.
?Earl Skule.
[To Ivar Bodde.] Here is the Great Seal.