So is it.
Jens Bielke.
But why did you not tell me——?
Biörn.
[Trying to raise her up.] Help! help! My lady—what ails you? what lack you?
Lady Inger.
[In a faint voice, half raising herself.] What lack I? One coffin more. A grave beside my child——
[Sinks again, senseless, on the coffin. Nils Lykke goes hastily out to the right. General consternation among the rest.
[12]. Pronounce Knoot.