Duke Skule.
No crown is too wide for me!
Håkon.
It needs a God-sent right and a God-sent calling to wear the crown.
Duke Skule.
And know you so surely that you have a God-sent right?
Håkon.
I have God's own word for it.
Duke Skule.
Rest not too surely on that. Had the Bishop had time to speak—but that were bootless now; you would not believe me. Ay, truly you have mighty allies on high; but I defy you none the less! You will not reign by turns with me? Well—then must we try the last resort;—Håkon, let us two fight for it, man to man, with heavy weapons, for life or death!
Håkon.
Speak you in jest, my lord?
Duke Skule.
I speak for my life-work and for my soul's salvation!
Håkon.
Then is there small hope for the saving of your soul.
Duke Skule.
You will not fight with me? You shall, you shall!
