Håkon.
Two kings in the land!
Margrete.
My husband the one—my father the other!
Håkon.
[Pacing restlessly up and down.] Give me a good counsel, Margrete! Should I cross the country by way of the Uplands, come first to Nidaros, and prevent the crowning? No, it may not be done; My men are too few; there in the north he is more powerful than I.—Give me counsel; how can I have the Duke slain, ere he come to Nidaros?
Margrete.
[Imploringly, with folded hands.] Håkon, Håkon!
Håkon.
Can you not hit upon a good device, I say, to have the Duke slain?