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Where are the Swedes?

At our heels. They are breaking open the gate

Oh, God! No, no! I —I   not die.

A hiding-place, Lady Inger! Is there no corner where we can hide him?

But if they search the castle?

Ay, ay; they will find me! And then to be dragged away to prison, or be strung up! No, no, Inger Gyldenlöve,—I know full well,—you will never suffer that to be!

[Listening.] There burst the lock.

[At the window.] Many men rush in at the gateway.

And to lose my life ! Now, when my true life was but beginning! Now, when I have so lately learnt that I have aught to live for.