ACT IV.]
LADY INGER OF ÖSTRAT.
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road! Damnation! He will snatch the prize out of my fingers
[To Lady Inger.
Wait till to-morrow!
Lady Inger.
[To Nils Stensson.] Count Sture—do you obey me or not?
Nils Stensson.
To horse!
[Goes up towards the background.
Nils Lykke.
[Aside.] Unhappy boy! He knows not what he does.
[To Lady Inger.
Well, since so it must be,—farewell!
[Bows hastily, and begins to move away.
Lady Inger.
[Detains him.] Nay, stay! Not so, Sir Knight,—not so!
Nils Lykke.
What mean you?
Lady Inger.
[In a low voice.] Nils Lykke—you are a traitor! Hush! Let no one see there is discord in the camp of the leaders. You have won Peter Kanzler's trust by some devilish wile that as yet is dark to me. You have forced me to
