But you are king! I must have no king over me! I was not born to serve you; I must rule in my own right!
Håkon.
[Looks at him for a moment, and says coldly:] Heaven guard your understanding, my lord. Good night.
[Going.
Duke Skule.
[Blocking the way.] You shall not go from me thus! Beware, or I will forswear all faith with you; you can no longer be my overlord; we two must share!
Håkon.
You dare to say this to me!
Duke Skule.
I have more men than you in Oslo, Håkon Håkonsson.