Ay, ay—hail to the King, hail to King Skule!
King Skule.
To bed now, good fellows! We have sat long over the drinking-table to-night.
A Man-at-Arms.
[As the crowd is trooping out.] To-morrow we will cast lots for the Birchlegs’ goods.
Another.
Rather leave it to luck!
Several.
Nay, nay!
Others.