Christine. Do you want anything?
Mother. Nothing from you.
Christine. Dame Christine!
Mother. Don't make my last moments more bitter. Go away from here!
Lars (coming forward). What do you want, mother?
Mother. Take away that woman! And bring the father confessor—I shall soon die.
Lars. Is not your own son worthy of receiving your last confidences?
Mother. No, he has done nothing to deserve them. Has Mårten come yet?
Lars. Mårten is a bad man.
Mother. O Lord, how terrible Thy punishment! My children standing between myself and Thee! Am I then to be denied the consolations of religion in my last moments? You have taken my life—do you want to destroy my soul, too—the soul of your mother? (She falls into a faint.)