JENS BIELKE. But why did you not tell me——?
BIORN (trying to raise her up). Help! help! My lady—what
ails you?
LADY INGER (in a faint voice, half raising herself). What ails
me? I lack but another coffin, and a grave beside my child.
(Sinks again, senseless on the coffin. NILS LYKKE goes hastily
out to the right. General consternation among the rest.)