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Håkon.
Yes, yes; come hither.
Margrete.
Oh, but you must not look at me; I was in bed already.
Håkon.
I have other things to think of.
Margrete.
What has befallen.
Håkon.
Give me a good counsel! I have even now received the worst tidings.
Margrete.
[Alarmed.] What tidings, Håkon?
Håkon.
That there are now two kings in Norway.
Margrete.
Two kings in Norway!—Håkon, where is my father?
Håkon.
He has proclaimed himself king on board his ship; now he is sailing to Nidaros to be crowned.
Margrete.
Oh God, thou almighty!
[Sinks down on the bench, covers her face with her hands and weeps.]
Håkon.
Two kings in the land!
