Gregorius Jonsson.
I tremble to hear the sound of my own words; know then——
[He seizes the King’s arm and whispers.
Håkon.
[Starts backwards with a cry.] Ha, are you distraught?
Gregorius Jonsson.
Would to God I were.
Håkon.
Unheard of! No, it cannot be true!
Gregorius Jonsson.