Yes, yes; but that was in jest; ’twas a little revenge on me. I have been a tedious master to you; therefore you thought to scare me. Fie, that was evil,—nay, nay—’twas no more than I deserved! But, now be good and kind! I will pay you well;—three days’ life, Master Sigard, only three days’ life!
Master Sigard.
Though I myself were to die in the same hour as you, yet could I not add three days to your span.
Bishop Nicholas.
One day, then, only one day! Let it be light, let the sun shine when my soul sets forth! Listen, Sigard! [Beckons him over, and drags him down upon the couch.] I have given well-nigh all my gold and silver to the Church, to have high masses sung for me. I will take it back again; you shall have it all! How now, Sigard, shall we two fool them in there? He-he-he! You will be rich, Sigard, and can depart the country; I shall have time to cast about me a little, and make shift with fewer prayers. Come, Sigard, shall we——! [Sigard feels his pulse; the Bishop exclaims anxiously:] How now, why answer you not?
Master Sigard.
[Rising.] I have no time, my lord. I must prepare you a draught that may ease you somewhat at the last.
Bishop Nicholas.
Nay, wait with that! Wait,—and answer me!
Master Sigard.