Nils Lykke.
Hush!
Lady Inger.
[Faintly, coming to herself.] Ay, right;—now I remember all.
Jens Bielke.
[To the Men-at-Arms.] Set down the corpse. It is not Count Sture.
One of the Men-at-Arms.
Your pardon, Captain;—this ring that he wore around his neck——
Nils Lykke.
[Seizes his arm.] Be still!