Duke Skule.
[Throws the paper into the fire.] There, then; see, it burns. And now, speak, speak. You risk thousands of lives if you speak not now!
Bishop Nicholas.
[With sparkling eyes.] Thousands of lives. [Shrieks.] Light! Air!
Håkon.
[Rushes to the door and cries.] Help! The Bishop is dying!
Sira Viliam and several of the Bishop’s men enter.
Duke Skule.
[Shakes the Bishop’s arm.] You risk Norway’s happiness through hundreds of years, mayhap its greatness to all eternity!
Bishop Nicholas.