Nils Lykke.
’Twill be merrier yet—at least for me. You boast that you have overreached me. You threaten to heap on me all men’s scorn and mockery. Ah, beware that you stir not up my vengefulness; for with two words I can bring you to your knees at my feet.
Lady Inger.
Ha-ha——!
[Stops suddenly, as if struck by a foreboding.
And these two words, Nils Lykke?—these two words——?
Nils Lykke.
——The secret of Sten Sture’s son and yours.
Lady Inger.
[With a shriek.] Oh, God in heaven——!