King Skule.
And whom call you the unsound doubter?
Jatgeir.
He who doubts of his own doubt.
King Skule.
[Slowly.] That, methinks, were death.
Jatgeir.
’Tis worse; ’tis neither day nor night.
King Skule.
[Quickly, as if shaking off his thoughts.] Where are my weapons? I will fight and act—not think. What was it you would have told me when you came?