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LADY INGER OF ÖSTRAT.
[ACT IV.
threaten to heap on me all men's scorn and mockery. Ah, beware that you stir not up my vengefulness; for with two words I can bring you to your knees at my feet.
Lady Inger.
Ha-ha!
[Stops suddenly, as if struck by a foreboding.
And these two words, Nils Lykke?—these two words?
Nils Lykke.
The secret of Sten Sture's son and yours.
Lady Inger.
[With a shriek.] Oh, God in heaven!
Olaf Skaktavl.
Inger Gyldenlöve's son! What say you?
Lady Inger.
[Half kneeling to Nils Lykke.] Mercy! oh, be merciful!
Nils Lykke.
[Raises her up.] Collect yourself, and let us talk together calmly.
Lady Inger.
[In a low voice, as though bewildered.] Did you hear it, Olaf Skaktavl? Or was it but a dream? Heard you what he said?
