Bård Bratte.
[Entering.] The townsfolk have risen against you; they are slaying the Vårbælgs wherever they find them, on the streets or in the houses!
A Man-at-Arms.
[Entering.] The Birchlegs are sailing up the river!
King Skule.
Summon all my men together! None must fail me here!
Paul Flida.
They will not come; they are benumbed with dread.
King Skule.
[Despairingly.] But I cannot fall now! My son must not die with a deadly sin upon his soul!