ACT V.]
LADY INGER OF ÖSTRAT.
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Lady Inger.
[Clutches at her head and shrieks.] The corpse! [Whispers.] Pah! 'Tis a hideous dream.
[Sinks back into the high-seat.
Jens Bielke.
[Who has come in from the right, stops and cries in astonishment.] Dead! Then after all
One of the Men-at-Arms.
'Twas he himself that
Jens Bielke.
[With a look at Nils Lykke.] He himself?
Nils Lykke.
Hush!
Lady Inger.
[Faintly, coming to herself.] Ay, right;—now I remember all.
Jens Bielke.
[To the Men-at-Arms.] Set down the corpse. It is not Count Sture.
One of the Men-at-Arms.
Your pardon, Captain;—this ring that he wore around his neck
Nils Lykke.
[Seizes his arm.] Be still!
