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Then neither can you give away the kingdom; for it is mine after you!

Now I will come!

God be praised!

[''Comes forward in the doorway; he is pale and haggard; his hair has grown very grey.''] You shall not look at me! I will not have you look at me now that I am sick! [Goes up to .] Take from you the kingdom, you say? Great God in heaven, what was I about to do!

Oh, forgive me;—I know that what you do is ever the right.

No, no, not hitherto; but now I will be strong and sound—I will act!

[Without, on the right.] King Skule! King Skule!

What is that?

[At the window.] The townsmen are flocking together; the whole courtyard is full of people;—you must speak to them.

Do I look like a king? Can I speak now?