The Monks.
[Fleeing to the right.] Pater noster—Pater noster
Håkon.
[Approaches Skule, and says in a low voice.] Duke, I will not question what secret counsel you were hatching with the Bishop ere he died;—but from to-morrow must you give up your powers and dignities into my hands; I see clearly now that we two cannot go forward together.
Duke Skule.
[Looks at him absently.] Go forward together——?
Håkon.
To-morrow I hold an Assembly in the Palace; then must all things be made clear between us.
[Goes out to the right.
Duke Skule.