Christine. Oh, yes, I know.
Harlot. You know—so they have told you?
Christine. Olof told me.
Harlot. O my God! And don't you despise me?
Christine. You are an unfortunate, down-trodden woman, Olof told me. Why should I despise misfortune?
Harlot. Then you cannot be happy yourself?
Christine. No, we have shared the same fate.
Harlot. I am not the only one, then! Tell me, who was the worthless man to whom you gave your love?
Christine. Worthless?
Harlot. Oh, pardon—to one who loves, no one seems worthless! To whom did you give your love?