King Skule.
[Rises with a cry.] Ingeborg!
Ingeborg.
Do you know me now, Skule?
King Skule.
Ingeborg,—Ingeborg!
Ingeborg.
Oh, let me look at you—look long at you, so long! [Seizes his hands; a pause.] You fair, you deeply loved, you faithless man!
King Skule.
Take off that veil; look at me with the eyes that once were as clear and blue as the sky.