Duke Skule.
Well, then let us reign by turns; let each bear sway for three years! You have reigned long; now my turn has come. Depart from the land for three years;—I will be king the while; I will even out your paths for you against your home-coming; I will guide all things for the best;—it wears and blunts the senses to sit ever on the watch. Håkon, hear me—three years each; let us wear the crown by turns!
Håkon.
Think you my crown would fit well on your brow?
Duke Skule.
No crown is too wide for me!
Håkon.
It needs a God-sent right and a God-sent calling to wear the crown.
Duke Skule.
And know you so surely that you have a God-sent right?