King Skule.
I hungered for your faith in me, and your faith has turned to sin.
Peter.
[Wildly.] For your sake, for your sake! Therefore God dare not deny to blot it out!
King Skule.
“Pure and blameless,” I swore to Ingeborg—and he scoffs at heaven!
Paul Flida.
[Entering.] All is in uproar! The impious deed has struck terror to your men; they flee into the churches.
King Skule.
They shall out; they must out!