ACT III.]
LADY INGER OF ÖSTRAT.
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Nils Stensson.
Why then, the devil take doubting! Do you but tell me what I am to do.
Nils Lykke.
I will. But first you must swear me a solemn oath that no living creature in the wide world shall know what I confide to you.
Nils Stensson.
Is that all? You shall have ten oaths, if you will.
Nils Lykke.
Not so lightly, young Sir! 'Tis no jesting matter.
Nils Stensson.
Well, well; I am grave enough.
Nils Lykke.
In the Dales you called yourself a Count's son;—is't not so?
Nils Stensson.
Nay—begin you now on that again? Have I not made free confession
Nils Lykke.
You mistake me. What you said in the Dales was the truth.
Nils Stensson.
The truth? What mean you by that? Tell me but!
