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Sigrid.
Laughed he like Sigurd?
Lady Ragnhild.
Ay, ay!
Sigrid.
Then must we all pray.
Lady Ragnhild.
[With the force of despair.] The Earl <g>must</g> be chosen King! 'Twill work ruin in his soul if he be not the first man in the land!
Sigrid.
[More loudly.] Then must we all pray!
Lady Ragnhild.
Hist! What is <g>that</g>? [At the window.] What shouts! All the men have risen; all the banners and standards wave in the wind.
Sigrid.
[Seizes her by the arm.] Pray, woman! Pray for your husband!
Lady Ragnhild.
Ay, Holy King Olaf, give him all the power in this land!
Sigrid.
[Wildly.] None—none! Else is he lost!
Lady Ragnhild.
He <g>must</g> have the power. All the good in him will grow and blossom should he win it.—Look
