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 [Softly  ] Farewell, Skule Bårdsson—and God grant you a blessed end.

[Goes out by the gate; the Birchlegs close it after him, and go into the chapel.

Ay, let Håkon come; I will not loose you; I will hold you straitly and tenderly in my arms, as I never held you before.

Oh, how pale you are—and aged; you are cold.

I am not cold—but I am weary, weary.

Come in then, and rest you

Yes, yes; 'twill soon be time to rest.

[From the chapel.] You come at last, my brother!

Sigrid! you here?

I promised that we should meet when you were fain of me in your sorest need.

Where is your child, Margrete?

He sleeps, in the sacristy.