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A king's mother!

[Throws the light from his lantern around, so as to search the room.] All is still. I must begone.

Oh, let me look but once more into your eyes, before you leave me.

[Embraces her.] Elina!

[After a short pause.] Will you come never-more to Östråt?

How can you doubt that I will come? Are you not henceforth my betrothed?—But will  be true to , Elina? Will you not forget me ere we meet again?

Do you ask if I  be true? Have I any will left then? Have I power to be untrue to