FRU INGER
(farer ivejret).
Ringen? Ringen! (hun iler hen og river den til sig.) Sten Stures ring! (med et skrig.) O, Jesus Krist, – min søn!
(hun kaster sig ned over kisten.)
LADY INGER
(starts up).
The ring? The ring? (Rushes up and snatches the ring from him.) Sten Sture’s ring! (With a shriek.) Oh, Jesus Christ--my son!
(Throws herself down on the coffin.)