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.
Ivar Bodde.
This was to be the last evening of the feast. It has ended in a heavy sorrow for the King; but sooner or later it needs must come, and methinks every true man must rejoice that it has come.
Earl Skule.