Give me mitre and crozier!—’Tis very well for you to say that I should think——[A priest brings them.] So, set the cap there, ’tis too heavy for me; give me the crozier in my hand; there, now am I in my armour. A bishop!——The Evil One dare not grapple with me now!
Sira Viliam.
Desire you aught beside?
Bishop Nicholas.
No. Stay—tell me:—Peter, Andres Skialdarband’s son,—all speak well of him——
Sira Viliam.
In truth, his is a blameless soul.
Bishop Nicholas.
Peter, you shall watch beside me until the King or the Duke shall come. Leave us, meanwhile, ye others, but be at hand.
[All except Peter go out on the right.