[Alarmed.] What tidings, Håkon?
Håkon.
That there are now two kings in Norway.
Margrete.
Two kings in Norway!—Håkon, where is my father?
Håkon.
He has proclaimed himself king on board his ship; now he is sailing to Nidaros to be crowned.
Margrete.
Oh God, thou almighty——!
[Sinks down on the bench, covers her face with her hands and weeps.]