Duke Skule.
In God’s name—king he should remain.
Bishop Nicholas.
Bethink you; much is at stake. Search every fold of your heart; answer as though you stood before your Judge! What will you do, if he be the rightful king?
Duke Skule.
Bow my head and serve him.
Bishop Nicholas.
[Mumbles.] So, so: then bide the issue. [To Skule.] Duke, I am weak and weary; a mild and charitable mood comes over me——
Duke Skule.
It is death! Trond the Priest’s letter! Where is it?