Håkon.
Mayhap you think to——
Duke Skule.
Hearken to me! Think of the Bishop’s words! Let us share; give me the ten ship-wards; let me hold my share as a free kingdom, without tax or tribute. Norway has ere this been parted into two kingdoms;—we will hold firmly together——
Håkon.
Duke, you must be soul-sick, that you can crave such a thing.
Duke Skule.
Ay, I am soul-sick, and there is no other healing for me. We two must be equals; there must be no man over me!
Håkon.
Every treeless skerry is a stone in the building which Harald Hårfager and the sainted King Olaf reared; would you have me break in twain what they have mortised together? Never!