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King Olaf's shrine!

Ay, by Heaven—there it stands!

The monks are true to me; so good a deed have they never done before!

Hark! the call to the folkmote!

Now shall lawful homage be done to me.

[Enters from the right.] Take on you the kingly mantle; now stands the shrine out yonder.

Then have you saved the kingdom for me and for yourself; and tenfold will we thank the pious monks for yielding.

The monks, father—you have nought to thank them for.

'Twas not they that helped you?

They laid the ban of the Church on whoever should dare to touch the holy thing.