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What now?

The picture—! Sure 'tis I myself!

'Tis old Sten Sture, even as he lived and moved in his youthful years.

Sten Sture!—And the likeness—? And—said you not I spoke the truth, when I called myself a Count's son? Was't not so?

So it was.

Ah, I have it, I have it! I am

You are Sten Sture's son, good Sir!

[With the quiet of amazement.] I Sten Sture's son!

On the mother's side too your blood is noble. Peter Kanzler spoke not the truth, if he said that a poor peasant woman was your mother.