Håkon.
Not a shred will I let slip of that which God gave me.
Bishop Nicholas.
Well and good. [Softly.] Your faith, at least, you shall let slip. [Calls.] Viliam!
Duke Skule.
[Softly.] The letter! The letter!
Bishop Nicholas.
[Not listening to him.] Viliam! [Viliam enters; the Bishop draws him close down to him and whispers.] When I received the Extreme Unction, all my sins were forgiven me?
Sira Viliam.
All your sins from your birth, till the moment you received the Unction.