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The Earl holds fast to the chair!

Håkon speaks wrathfully to him. [''Starts back, with a cry, from the window.''] Lord Jesus! Saw you his eyes—and his smile! No, that was not the Earl!

[Who has followed her in terror.] 'Twas not Håkon either! Neither one nor the other!

[At the window.] Oh pitiful! Oh pitiful!

Sigrid!

You here!

Goes the path so low that leads up to the throne!

Oh, pray with us, that all be guided for the best.

[White and horror-stricken, to ] Saw you him? Saw you my husband? His eyes and his smile—I should not have known him!

Looked he like Sigurd Ribbung?

[Softly.] Ay, he looked like Sigurd Ribbung.