Mårten. You mean to prevent us from fulfilling our office?
Olof. I am showing you the door!
Mårten. As long as we are not suspended, we are doing our duty here by the King's authority, and not by the Pope's.
Olof. I shall cleanse the Church of the lord without regard to the will of King or Pope.
Mother. Will you plunge my soul into perdition, Olof? Will you let me die with a curse?
Olof. Calm yourself, mother! You are not going to die in a lie. Seek your God in prayer, He is not so far away as you believe.
Mårten. A man who won't save his own mother from the pangs of purgatory must be the Devil's prophet indeed.
Mother. Christ Jesu, help my soul!
Olof. Will you leave this room, or must I use force? Take away that rubbish! (He kicks the ritual accessories across the floor.)
Mårten. I'll go if you'll let me have the money your mother has given to the Church.