Margrete.
Better than the whole world.
King Skule.
You could endure that he should doom me; but could you also endure that he should let the doom be fulfilled?
Margrete.
Lord of heaven, give me strength!
King Skule.
Could you, Margrete?
Margrete.
[Softly and shuddering.] No, no—we should have to part,—I could never see him more!
King Skule
You would darken the fairest light of his life and of yours;—be at peace, Margrete,—it shall not be needful.
Lady Ragnhild.
Flee from the land, Skule; I will follow you whithersoever you will.
King Skule.
[Shaking his head.] With a mocking shade between us?—To-night have I found you for the first time; there must fall no shade between me and you, my silent, faithful wife;—therefore must we not seek to unite our lives on this earth.
Sigrid.
My kingly brother! I see you need me not;—I see you know what path to take.
