Oh God!
MARGIT.
[In great alarm.] The King's men!
GUDMUND.
All is at an end, then. Oh Signe, to lose you now—could there be a harder fate?
KNUT.
Nay, Gudmund; sell your life dearly, man! Unbind us; we are ready to fight for you, one and all.
ERIK.
[Looks out.] 'Twould be in vain; they are too many for us.