KING. [As before] Inghel Hansson, Master Stig, Nils of Söderby. God is just!
ENGELBRECHT. [Enters; he is in the happy stage of intoxication, but in full control of his movements for all that; he looks about with a broad grin on his face, a little embarrassed, and yet pleased; then he says to ERIC] Are you the King?
He puts his hat on the ground and takes off his wooden shoes.
KING. [Rising and pushing ERIC aside] No, I am the King!
ENGELBRECHT. Yes, so I see now!
KING. Who are you?
ENGELBRECHT. [Faltering] Don't you know me?...
KING. I don't.
ENGELBRECHT. [Pulls a dagger with silver handle out of his long stocking and shows it to the KING, grinning more broadly than ever] Well, don't you know this one?
KING. I don't understand at all. What is your name?