Gudmund.
All is at an end, then. Oh Signë, to lose you now—could there be a harder fate?
Knut.
Nay, Gudmund; sell your life dearly, man! Unbind us; we are ready to fight for you, one and all.
Erik.
[Looks out.] ’Twould be in vain; they are too many for us.
Signë.
Here they come. Oh Gudmund, Gudmund!
[The King’s Messenger enters from the back, with his escort.
Messenger.