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LADY INGER OF ÖSTRAT.
[ACT V.
Elina.
That will she. Oh, I am sure she will. My mother is kind; all the world is kind;—I can no longer feel hatred for any living soul—save one.
Nils Lykke.
Save one?
Elina.
Ah, 'tis a mournful history. I had a sister
Nils Lykke.
Lucia?
Elina.
Did you know Lucia?
Nils Lykke.
No, no; I have but heard her name.
Elina.
She too gave her heart to a knight. He betrayed her;—now she is in Heaven.
Nils Lykke.
And you
Elina.
I hate him.
Nils Lykke.
Hate him not! If there be mercy in your heart, forgive him his sin. Trust me, he bears his punishment in his own breast.
