King Skule.
Slay the King-child, wherever you find it! Slay it on the throne; slay it at the altar; slay it—slay it in the Queen’s arms!
Håkon.
There did you utter your own doom!
King Skule.
[Slashing about him.] Slay, slay without mercy! King Skule has a son! Slay, slay!
[The fighting gradually passes away to the left.
Gregorius Jonsson.
The Vargbælgs are hewing their way through!
Dagfinn.