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I come.

And the church-robber must come too

Ay, the church-robber shall come too. [''Goes over to'' .] My son, are you ready?

Ay, father, I am ready.

[Looks upwards.] O God, I am a poor man, I have but my life to give; but take that, and keep watch over Håkon's great king's-thought.—See now, give me your hand.

Here is my hand, father.

And fear not for that which is now to come.

Nay, father, I fear not, when I go with you.

A safer way have we two never trodden together. [He opens the gate; the ''stand without with upraised weapons''.] Here are we; we come of our own free will;—but strike him not in the face.

[''They pass out, hand in hand; the gate glides to.''