ACT IV.]
LADY INGER OF ÖSTRAT.
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Lady Inger.
You lack not confidence, it seems.
Nils Lykke.
What shall be the wager that you make not common cause with myself and Peter Kanzler?
Lady Inger.
Östråt Castle against your knee-buckles!
Nils Lykke.
[Slaps his breast and cries:] Olaf Skaktavl—here stands the master of Östråt!
Lady Inger.
Sir Councillor!
Olaf Skaktavl.
[Rises from the table.] What now?
Nils Lykke.
[To Lady Inger.] I accept not the wager; for in a moment you will gladly give Östråt Castle, and more to boot, to be freed from the snare wherein not I but you are tangled.
Lady Inger.
Your jest, Sir, grows a vastly merry one.
Nils Lykke.
'Twill be merrier yet—at least for me. You boast that you have overreached me. You
