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Oh strange! oh marvellous!—But can I believe?

You may believe all that I tell you. But remember, all this will be merely your ruin, if you should forget what you swore to me by your father's salvation.

Forget it? Nay,  you may be sure I never shall.—But you, to whom I have given my word,—tell me—who are you?

My name is Nils Lykke.

[Surprised.] Nils Lykke? Surely not the Danish Councillor?

Even so.

And it was you—? 'Tis strange. How come you?

to be receiving missives from Peter Kanzler? You marvel at that?

I cannot deny it. He has ever named you as our bitterest foe