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LADY INGER OF ÖSTRAT.
[ACT V.
Lady Inger.
[Starts up.] The ring? The ring!
[Rushes up and snatches the ring from him.
Sten Sture's ring! [With a shriek.] Oh God, oh God—my son!
[Throws herself down on the coffin.
The Men-at-Arms.
Her son?
Jens Bielke.
[At the same time.] Inger Gyldenlöve's son?
Nils Lykke.
So is it.
Jens Bielke.
But why did you not tell me?
Biörn.
[Trying to raise her up.] Help! help! My lady—what ails you? what lack you?
Lady Inger.
[In a faint voice, half raising herself.] What lack I? One coffin more. A grave beside my child
[Sinks again, senseless, on the coffin. Nils Lykke goes hastily out to the right. General consternation among the rest.
