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 ] Duke, I am weak and weary; a mild and charitable mood comes over me

It is death! Trond the Priest's letter! Where is it?

First another matter;—I gave you the list of my enemies

[Impatiently.] Yes, yes; I will take full revenge upon them

No, my soul is filled with mildness; I will forgive, as the Scripture commands. As you would forgo might, I will forgo revenge. Burn the list!

Ay, ay; as you will.

Here, in the brazier; so that I may see it

[Throws the paper into the fire.] There, then; see, it burns. And now, speak, speak. You risk thousands of lives if you speak not now!

[With sparkling eyes.] Thousands of lives.

[Shrieks.] Light! Air!

[Rushes to the door and cries.] Help! The Bishop is dying!