Christine. You know Master Olof, don't you?
Harlot. Oh, tell me that it is not true! Don't rob me of my faith in him, too! It is the only thing I have left since God took my child!
Christine. You have had a child? Then you have been happy once.
Harlot. I thank God, who did not permit my son to find out the unworthiness of his mother.
Christine. Have you been guilty of any crime, that you speak so?
Harlot. I have just buried it.
Christine. Your child? How can you! And I pray God every day to grant me a little one—so that I may at least have one creature to love!
Harlot. Oh, poor child, pray to God that He preserve you from it!
Christine. I don't understand you, goodwife!
Harlot. Don't call me that! You know who I am, don't you?