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An ambuscade! Count Sture

Count Sture? What of him?

Have they killed him?

[To Elina.] Where is your mother?

[Rushing in from the right.] Lady Inger! Lady Inger!

I know all. Down with you to the courtyard! Keep the gate open for our friends, but closed against all others!

[To ] So  was the trap, Sir Councillor!