ACT V.]
LADY INGER OF ÖSTRAT.
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Elina.
Him will I never forgive! I cannot, even if I would; for I have sworn so dear an oath
[Listening.
Hush! Can you hear?
Nils Lykke.
What? Where?
Elina.
Without; far off. The noise of many horsemen on the high-road.
Nils Lykke.
Ah, 'tis they! And I had forgotten—! They are coming hither. Then is the danger great! I must begone!
Elina.
But whither? Oh, Nils Lykke, what are you hiding?
Nils Lykke.
Tomorrow, Elina—; for as God lives, I will return tomorrow.—Quickly now—where is the secret passage whereof you told me?
Elina.
Through the grave-vault. See,—here is the trap-door
Nils Lykke.
The grave-vault! [To himself.] No matter, he must be saved!
