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[Clutches at her head and shrieks.] The corpse! [Whispers.] Pah! 'Tis a hideous dream.

[Who has come in from the right, stops and cries in astonishment.] Dead! Then after all

'Twas he himself that

[With a look at ] He himself?

Hush!

[Faintly, coming to herself.] Ay, right;—now I remember all.

[To the ] Set down the corpse. It is not Count Sture.

Your pardon, Captain;—this ring that he wore around his neck

[Seizes his arm.] Be still!