Olof. We began at the wrong end.
Gert. At last!
Olof. You were right, Gert! I am with you now! It's war, but it must be open and honest.
Gert. Until to-day you have been dreaming childish dreams.
Olof. I know it. Now the flood is coming! Let it come! Alas for them and for us!
Christine. Olof, for Heaven's sake, stop!
Olof. Leave me, child! Here you will be drowned, or you will drag me down.
Gert. What made you venture out in the storm, my child?
[Exit Christine.]
(The ringing of bells, the joyful shouting of crowds, and the sounding of drums and trumpets become audible.)