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Laughed he like Sigurd?

Ay, ay!

Then must we all pray.

[With the force of despair.] The Earl must be chosen King! 'Twill work ruin in his soul if he be not the first man in the land!

[More loudly.] Then must we all pray!

Hist! What is that? [At the window.] What shouts! All the men have risen; all the banners and standards wave in the wind.

[Seizes her by the arm.] Pray, woman! Pray for your husband!

Ay, Holy King Olaf, give him all the power in this land!

[Wildly.] None—none! Else is he lost!

He must have the power. All the good in him will grow and blossom should he win it.—Look