FRU INGER.
I har eders egen faste vilje; spørg den tilråds. Er det så, som I siger, at I dagligen plages og trykkes – –. Jeg véd så lidet om disse ting. Jeg vil ikke vide mere! Hvad kan jeg, en enlig kvinde –? Selv om I vilde plyndre riddersalen –; og der findes mangt et brugeligt værge derinde –; I har jo hele magten på Østråt ikveld. I får gøre, hvad eder lyster. God nat!
(Mængden bryder ud i høje glædesråb. Der tændes lys og huskarlene henter allehånde våbenstykker ind fra salen.)
LADY INGER.
You have your own firm will; take counsel with that. If it be as you say, that you are daily harassed and oppressed---- ---- I know but little of these matters, and would not know more. What can I, a lonely woman----? Even if you were to plunder the Banquet Hall--and there’s many a good weapon on the walls--you are the masters at Östråt to-night. You must do as seems good to you. Good-night!
(Loud cries of joy from the multitude. Candles are lighted; the retainers bring weapons of different kinds from the hall.)
