so he must fall, leaving you at the helm,
the sole possessor of crown and realm.
King Skule.
Ay, give me the crown! When once I have that, I will rule so as to buy myself free again.
The Monk.
Ay, that we can always talk of later——
we must seize the time if we’d win the fight.
King Håkon’s child sleeps at Elgesæter;
could you once wrap him in the web of night,
then like storm-swept motes will your foes fly routed,