Nils Lykke.
But you are not in all points your own master? There be other duties and other affairs?
Nils Stensson.
Ay, that is just the rub. Were I to choose, I would rest me at Östråt at least the winter through; I have for the most part led a soldier's life, and
[Interrupts himself suddenly, fills a goblet, and drinks.
Your health, Sir!
Nils Lykke.
A soldier's life? H'm!
Nils Stensson.
Nay, what I would have said is this: I have long been eager to see Lady Inger Gyldenlöve, whose fame has spread so wide. She must be a queenly woman,—is't not so?The one thing I like not in her, is that she is so cursedly slow to take open action.
Nils Lykke.
Open action?
Nils Stensson.
Ay, ay, you understand me; I mean she is so loath to take a hand in driving the foreign masters out of the land.
