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Pardon, my lord; I must make speed

Ay, do even so, my dear lord;—Dagfinn the Peasant is so hasty.

[ hastens out to the right along with the remainder of the company; only and  are left behind in the hall.

[''Walks up and down in deep thought; he seems suddenly to awaken; looks round him, and says:''] How still it has become here of a sudden!

The King has gone.

And every one has followed him.

All, save us.

It is a great thing to be King.

[Tentatively.] Are you fain to try it, Earl?

[With a serious smile.] I have tried it; every night that brings me sleep makes me King of Norway.