Never shall we part again.
Inga.
My son—my King—oh, but you are good and loving! I stood in a corner and saw you, as you came from the Bishop’s Palace; you looked so sorrowful; I could not part from you thus.
Håkon.
God be thanked for that! No one, truly, could have come to me more welcome than you. Margrete—my mother—I have sorely sinned; I have barred my heart against you two, who are so rich in love.
Margrete.
[Falls on his neck.] Oh, Håkon, my beloved husband; do I stand near you now?
Håkon.
Ay, near me, near me; not to give me cunning counsels, but to shed light over my path. Come what will, I feel the Lord’s strength within me!
Dagfinn the Peasant.