King Skule.
I had a friend who bled for me at Oslo. He said: A man can die for another’s life-work; but if he is to go on living, he must live for his own.—I have no life-work to live for, neither can I live for Håkon’s,—but I can die for it.
Margrete.
Nay, nay, that shall you never do!
King Skule.
[Takes her hand, and looks at her tenderly.] Do you love your husband, Margrete?
Margrete.
Better than the whole world.
King Skule.
You could endure that he should doom me; but could you also endure that he should let the doom be fulfilled?