Olof. And so you shall! Everyone for himself, with God!
Crowd. A Luther! A Luther! Antichrist!
Townsman. Well, well, Master Olof, have you, too, so young and zealous, become tainted by the German devil? I am an old man, who has seen much of the world, and I mean well by you—Turn back while you are still young!—Do as we ask you and give us the old mass.
Olof. No, there must be an end to that mummery. Ye shall pray in spirit and in truth, and not in words ye do not understand.
Townsman. Don't you think, my young friend, that the Lord understands Latin?
Gert. But Swedish He doesn't understand at all!
Townsman. Master Olof, are you going to let the people depart from you without a word to edify them? Can't you see how they are yearning for their God? Make a sacrifice of your own sinful will, and don't let the people go from you like sheep that have no shepherd.
Olof. You call my will sinful?
Townsman. You are a hard man!
Olof. Say not so! Do you know what the ringing of this bell will cost me?