And I for Viken.—If you, Margrete, choose rather to abide in Bergen, then do so.
Margrete.
Whither you go, I go, until you forbid.
Håkon.
Good; then come with me.
Sigrid.
Now is our kindred spread far abroad. [Kneels to Håkon.] Grant me a grace, my lord King.
Håkon.
Rise, Lady Sigrid; whatever you crave shall be granted.
Sigrid.