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A new heir, said he?

Skule Bårdsson, let us share the kingdom!

All or nought!

Think of the Queen, your daughter!

I have a son, I have a son! I think of none but him!

I too have a son;—if I fall the kingdom will be his!

Slay the King-child, wherever you find it! Slay it on the throne; slay it at the altar; slay it—slay it in the Queen's arms!

There did you utter your own doom!

[Slashing about him.] Slay, slay without mercy! King Skule has a son! Slay, slay!

[''The fighting gradually passes away to the left.''

The Vargbælgs are hewing their way through!

Ay, but only to flee.