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Aim not, spare not;—strike them where ye can

'Tis base to deal thus with chieftains.

[''A short noise of weapons; then a heavy fall is heard; all is still for a moment.''

They are dead, both of them!

[The horn sounds.

There comes King Håkon with all his guard!

Hail Håkon Håkonsson; now have you no longer any foemen.

[Stops a little before the corpses.] So I have come too late!

[Enters the convent yard.

It had been ill for Norway had you come sooner. [Calls out.] In here, King Håkon!

[Stopping.] The body lies in my way!

If Håkon Håkonsson would go forward, he must pass over Skule Bårdsson's body!

In God's name then!

[Steps over the corpse and comes in.