’Tis every man’s duty to slay him.
Margrete.
I am the Queen; I command you to depart!
A Voice.
’Tis Skule Bårdsson’s daughter, and not the Queen, that speaks thus.
Another.
You have no power over life and death; the King has doomed him!
Lady Ragnhild.
Into the church, Skule! For God’s mercy’s sake, let not the bloodthirsty caitiffs approach you!
King Skule.