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 What is that? Music and singing. It seems to come from Elina's chamber. Ay, 'tis she that is singing. Then she is still awake

Elina!—Ah, if  could be! Were it possible to—And why should I not? Am I not still myself? Says not the song:—

Fair maidens a-many they sigh and they pine: "Ah God, that Nils Lykke were mine, mine, mine."

And she—? Elina Gyldenlöve shall set me free!