Nils (places a box on the floor, opens it, and begins to take out aspersorium, censer, chrismatory, palms, and candles). That means we can't go to work yet.
Mårten. If we have waited all this time, we can afford to wait a little longer—provided that damned priest doesn't show up.
Nils. Master Olof, you mean?—Do you think that fellow out there noticed anything?
Mårten. What do I care? As soon as the old woman gives up the coin, I am free.
Nils. You 're a pretty thorough-paced rascal, you are!
Mårten. Yes, but I am getting tired of it. I am beginning to long for peace. Do you know what life is?
Nils. No.
Mårten. Pleasure! "The flesh was God!" Isn't that the way it's written somewhere?
Nils. "The Word became flesh," you mean?
Mårten. Oh, yes—of course!