Gustaf. Now I am tired. You'll have a fortnight in which to get ready. Your hand that you will help me!
Olof. I will do my part.
Gustaf. Give orders to have Rink and Knipperdollink sent to Malmö.
Olof. And then?
Gustaf. They'll have a chance to escape. That fool over there you can send back to the asylum. Farewell! [Exit.]
Gert (shaking his clenched fist after Gustaf). Well, are we going?
Olof. Where?
Gert. Home. (Olof remains silent.) You don't wish to send your father-in-law to the madhouse, do you, Olof?
Olof. You ask me what I wish—How about my duty?
Gert. Is there no duty above the royal command?