exclaims anxiously:] How now, why answer you not? Master Sigard. [Rising.] I have no time, my lord. I must prepare you a draught that may ease you somewhat at the last. Bishop Nicholas. Nay, wait with that! Wait,—and answer me! Master Sigard. I have no time; the draught must be ready within an hour. [Goes out to the right.
Bishop Nicholas.
Within an hour! [Knocks wildly.] Viliam! Viliam! [Sira Viliam comes out from the chapel.
Bishop Nicholas.
Call more to help in there! The eight are not enough!
Sira Viliam.
My lord
?Bishop Nicholas.
More to help, I say! Brother Kolbein has lain sick these five weeks,—he cannot have sinned much in that time
Sira Viliam.
He was at shrift yesterday.
Bishop Nicholas.
[Eagerly.] Ay, he must be good; call him!