Margrete.
[In suspense.] Has it to do with—the Duke?
Håkon.
Yes. No bitterer lot could befall me than to live my life far from you; but if you think it must be so after what I now tell you—if you feel that you can no longer sit by my side, no longer look at me without turning pale—well, we must even part—live each alone—and I shall not blame you for it.
Margrete.
Part from you! How can you think such a thought? Give me your hand——!
Håkon.
Touch it not!—It has even now been lifted in oath——
Margrete.
In oath?