FRU INGER.
Stille! Vi har mødt hinanden i vore anslag. Hvorledes bar du dig ad, mit kløgtige barn? Jeg så elskoven lyse ud af ham. Hold ham nu fast! Drag ham tættere og tættere ind i garnet; og så –. Ah, Eline, om vi kunde slide hans mensvorne hjerte sønder i brystet på ham!
LADY INGER.
Hush! We have played into each other’s hands. What wiles did you use, my subtle daughter? I saw the love shine out of his eyes. Hold him fast now! Draw the net closer and closer about him, and then---- Ah, Elina, if we could but rend his perjured heart within his breast!
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