He shall be welcome. [Viliam goes.] Duke, I beg of you one last service: do you carry on my feuds against all mine enemies. [Takes out a letter.] Here I have written them down. Those whose names stand first I would fain have hanged, if it could be so ordered.
Duke Skule.
Think not upon vengeance now; you have but little time left——
Bishop Nicholas.
Not on vengeance, but on punishment. Promise me to wield the sword of punishment over all mine enemies when I am gone. They are your foemen no less than mine; when you are King you must chastise them; do you promise me that?
Duke Skule.
I promise and swear it; but Trond’s letter——!
Bishop Nicholas.
You shall learn where it is;—but see—the King comes; hide the list of our foemen!
[The Duke hides the paper; at the same moment Håkon enters from the right.