[Joyfully.] You will suffer it, my lord!
Håkon.
For the sake of my gentle, well-beloved wife.
Gregorius Jonsson.
But if he should not flee? If he will not or cannot?
Håkon.
Then, in God’s name, I may not spare him; then must my kingly word be fulfilled. Go!
Gregorius Jonsson
I go, and shall do my utmost. Heaven grant I may succeed.
[Goes out by the right.