ACT III.]
LADY INGER OF ÖSTRAT.
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Nils Stensson.
Nay, nay; you mistake me.
[Looks round cautiously.
Nils Sture is in Heaven!
Nils Lykke.
Dead? And where?
Nils Stensson.
In his mother's castle,—three weeks since.
Nils Lykke.
Ah, you are deceiving me! 'Tis but five or six days since he crossed the frontier into Norway.
Nils Stensson.
Oh, that was I.
Nils Lykke.
But just before that the Count had appeared in the Dales. The people, who were restless already, broke out openly and would have chosen him for king.
Nils Stensson.
Ha-ha-ha; that was me too!
Nils Lykke.
You?
Nils Stensson.
I will tell you how it came about. One day Peter Kanzler called me to him and gave me to
