NILS STENSSON. Ay, but 'twas only in jest!
NILS LYKKE. King Gustav will scarce look on the matter in that light.
NILS STENSSON. Truly, there is something in what you say. To think I could be such a madman—— —— Well well, I'm not a dead man yet! You will protect me; and besides—the men-at-arms can scarce be at my heels.
NILS LYKKE. But what else have you to tell me?
NILS STENSSON. I? Nothing. When once I have given you the packet——
NILS LYKKE (unguardedly). The packet?
NILS STENSSON. Ay, sure you know——
NILS LYKKE. Ah, right, right; the papers from Peter Kanzler——
NILS STENSSON. See, here they all are.
(Takes out a packet from inside his doublet, and hands it to
NILS LYKKE.)