What is that?
Bård Bratte.
[At the window.] The townsmen are flocking together; the whole courtyard is full of people;—you must speak to them.
King Skule.
Do I look like a king? Can I speak now?
Peter.
You must, my noble father!
King Skule.
Well, be it so. [Goes to the window and draws the curtain aside, but lets it go quickly and starts back in terror.] There hangs the flaming sword over me again!
Paul Flida.