Go carefully! They may yet bite!

The First Townsman.

No need; the Birchlegs are already coming up the street.

A Townsman.

[Entering.] Too late—King Skule has fled!

Many.

Whither? Whither?

The New-comer.

Into one of the churches, methinks; they are full of the Vargbælgs.

The First Townsman.