Gustaf. Need you ask? They must die.
Olof. Will Your Highness permit me one more question?
Gustaf. Tell me: what do those madmen want?
Olof. The sad thing is that they do not know it themselves, and if I were to tell you—
Gustaf. Speak out!
[Gert enters quickly, pretending to be insane.]
Gustaf. Who are you to dare intrude here?
Gert. I want most humbly to beseech Your Highness to attest the correctness of this document.
Gustaf. Wait till you are called.
Gert. Of course, I should like to, but the guards won't wait for me. I escaped from prison, you see, because my place wasn't there.