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LADY INGER OF ÖSTRAT.
[ACT IV.

ter and storm—if I had but held my child in my arms,—trust me, I had not sorrowed and wept so sore as I have sorrowed and wept for him from his birth even to this hour!

Olaf Skaktavl.

There is my hand. I have judged you too hardly, Lady Inger! Command me even as before; I will obey.—Ay, by all the saints, I know what it is to sorrow for a child.

Lady Inger.

Yours was slain by men of blood. But what is death to the restless terror of all these long years?

Nils Lykke.

Mark, then—'tis in your power to end this terror. You have but to make peace between the jarring factions, and neither will think of seizing on your child as a pledge of your faith.

Lady Inger.

[To herself.] This is the vengeance of Heaven. [Looks at him.] In one word, what do you demand?

Nils Lykke.

I demand first that you shall call the people of the northern districts to arms, in support of the disaffected in Sweden.

Lady Inger.

And next——?