You may win my sister for your bride at last.
Knut.
[With suppressed rage.] You know how to order your words cunningly, Dame Margit. Truly, you should have been a priest, and not your husband’s wife.
Bengt.
Oh, for that matter, I too could—
Knut.
[Paying no heed to him.] But I would have you take note that had a sword-bearing man spoken to me in such wise—
Bengt.
Nay, but listen, Knut Gesling—you must understand us!
Knut.