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 and several of the  men enter.

[Shakes the arm.] You risk Norway's happiness through hundreds of years, mayhap its greatness to all eternity! To all eternity! [Triumphantly.] Perpetuum mobile!

By your soul's salvation,—where is Trond the Priest's letter?

[Calls.] Seven more masses, Viliam! [Beside himself.] The letter! The letter! [Smiling in his death-agony.] 'Twas it you burned, good Duke! [Falls back on the couch and dies.

[''With an involuntary cry, starts backwards and covers his face with his hands.''] Almighty God!

[Rushing in flight from the chapel.] Save you, all who can!

The powers of evil have broken loose!

There rang a loud laugh from the corner!—A