Nils. What has he done to you?
Mårten. He has dared to see through me; he has exposed me; he can read what I am thinking—Oh!
Nils. And that's why you hate him?
Mårten. Isn't that enough? (Somebody is heard knocking on the door leading to the street.) Somebody is coming! Read, damn you!
(Nils begins to drone out the same verse as before. The sound of a key being inserted in the lock is heard. The door is opened from the outside.)
[Enter Olof, looking greatly agitated.]
Mother (waking up). Father Mårten!
Olof (goes to the bed). Here is your son, mother! Why didn't you let me know that you were sick?
Mother. Farewell, Olof! I forgive you all the evil you have done to me, if you will not disturb the few moments I need to prepare myself for heaven. Father Mårten! Bring here the sacred ointment, so that I may die in peace.
Olof. So that's why you didn't call me! (He catches sight of the money bag which Mårten has forgotten to hide, and snatches it away from the monk.) Oh, souls are being bartered here! And this was to be the price! Leave this room and this death-bed! Here is my place, not yours!