Nils Lykke.
I grieve for you, my young friend; but you will soon come to feel the effects of your folly. Let me tell you that you are pursued. A troop of Swedish men-at-arms is out after you.
Nils Stensson.
After me? Ha-ha-ha! Nay, that is rare! And when they come and think they have Count Sture in their clutches—ha-ha-ha!
Nils Lykke.
[Gravely.]Then 'tis all over with you.
Nils Stensson.
All over? But I am not Count Sture.
Nils Lykke.
You have called the people to arms. You have given seditious promises, and raised troubles in the land.
Nils Stensson.
Ay, but 'twas only in jest!
Nils Lykke.
King Gustav will scarce take that view of the affair.
Nils Stensson.
Truly, there is something in what you say. To think I could be so featherwittedWell, well, I'm not a dead man yet! You will pro-
