King Skule.
I come.
The Townsmen.
And the church-robber must come too![too!]
King Skule.
Ay, the church-robber shall come too. [Goes over to Peter.] My son, are you ready?
Peter.
Ay, father, I am ready.
King Skule.
[Looks upwards.] O God, I am a poor man, I have but my life to give; but take that, and keep watch over Håkon’s great king’s-thought.—See now, give me your hand.