King Skule.
[With animation.] When Håkon comes, I will beg grace of him! You gentle, loving women,—oh, but it is fair to live!
Sigrid.
[With an expression of terror.] Skule, my brother! Woe to you if you stray from the path this night.
[A loud noise without; immediately afterwards, a knocking at the gate.
Margrete.
Hark, hark! Who comes in such haste?
Lady Ragnhild.
Who knocks at the gate?
Voices.