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They are swarming in thousands down over the Ekeberg.

Sound the call to arms! Sound, sound! Give counsel; where shall we meet them?

All the churches stand open for us.

'Tis of the Birchlegs I ask?

For them all the bridges stand open.

Unhappy man, what have you done

Obeyed my King!

My son! My son! Woe is me; I have lost your kingdom!

No, you will conquer! So great a king's-thought cannot die!

Peace, peace! [''Horns and shouts are heard, nearer at hand.''] To horse! To arms! More is here at stake than the life and death of men!

[''Rushes out by the back; the others follow him.''