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Gregorius Jonsson.
Yes, by Heaven,—the other gate stands open; they are fleeing already!
Dagfinn.
Up towards Martestokke. [Calls out.] After them, after them, Earl Knut! Take vengeance for the slaughter at Låka!
Håkon.
You heard it: he proclaimed my child an out-*law—my innocent child, Norway's chosen king after me!
The King's Men.
Ay, ay, we heard it!
Håkon.
And what is the punishment for such a crime?
The Men.
Death!
Håkon.
Then must he die! [Raises his hand to make oath.] Here I swear it: Skule Bårdsson shall die, wherever he be met on unconsecrated ground!
Dagfinn.
'Tis every true man's duty to slay him.
A Birchleg.
[From the left.] Duke Skule has taken to flight!
The Townsfolk.
The Birchlegs have conquered!
