ACT II.]
LADY INGER OF ÖSTRAT.
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over, as I am your mother's guest,
you will not deny me the flower-spray you wear in your bosom. So long as it is fresh and fragrant, I shall have in it an image of yourself.Elina.
[Proudly, but still gazing at him.] Pardon me, Sir Knightthere can grow no flower for you.
'twas plucked in my own chamber, andNils Lykke.
[Loosening a spray of flowers that he wears in the front of his doublet.] At least you will not disdain this humble gift. 'Twas a farewell token from a courtly dame when I set forth from Trondhiem this morning.
But mark me, noble maiden, were I to offer you a gift that were fully worthy of you, it could be nought less than a princely crown.Elina.
[Who has taken the flowers passively.] And were it the royal crown of Denmark you held forth to meyou, I would crush it to pieces between my hands, and cast the fragments at your feet!
before I shared it with[Throws down the flowers at his feet, and goes into the Banquet Hall.
Olaf Skaktavl.
[Mutters to himself.] Bold
as Inger Ottis-daughter by Knut Alfson's bier!