To all eternity! [Triumphantly.] Perpetuum mobile!
Duke Skule.
By your soul’s salvation,—where is Trond the Priest’s letter?
Bishop Nicholas.
[Calls.] Seven more masses, Viliam!
Duke Skule.
[Beside himself.] The letter! The letter!
Bishop Nicholas.
[Smiling in his death-agony.] ’Twas it you burned, good Duke!
[Falls back on the couch and dies.