class="normal">Sköll. All good spirits praise--

Prince. Whatever it was, I will go gladly.

Sköll [crossing himself]. All good spirits praise the Lord! [Bursts out through the door to the left.]

Prince. Why, who was that, that went out in such a hurry?

Hans. Who would it have been? Some body-servant about the castle, perhaps, some--

Prince. Where are my--?

Hans. Here is thy shield. Quick, take it.

Prince. Where is that ape that just now--

Hans. Let the filthy rascal go, whoever he is, and come!

[Enter Duke Widwolf. Sköll, behind him, pointing to the Prince.]

Duke. Hans Lorbass, thou shalt pay for this!

Hans. For what, my lord? Here are the very bones whereon thine eyes desired to feast themselves. It is true they are covered with flesh for the present, but they are there inside, I swear to thee.