Nils Lykke.
At nothing, Sir!
Nils Stensson.
[Drinks.] A pretty vintage ye have in this house.
Nils Lykke.
[Approaches him confidentially.] Listen—were it not time now to throw off the mask?
Nils Stensson.
[Smiling.] The mask? Why, do as seems best to you.
Nils Lykke.
Then off with all disguise. You are known, Count Sture!