Håkon.
You, Skule, will be harmless after to-morrow’s Assembly.
Duke Skule.
Håkon! Tempt not God! Drive me not out upon the last ledge of the deep!
Håkon.
[Points to the door.] Go, my lord—and be it forgotten that we have spoken with sharp tongues this night.
Duke Skule.
[Looks hard at him for a moment, and says:] Next time, ’twill be with sharper tongues we speak.
[Goes to the back.
Håkon.