Townsman. Your vanity.
Gert. And your peace! For it was the alarum bell that rang in the battle. Hey-ho, this is the start! Soon the bells of Stockholm will respond, and then the blood of Hus, and of Ziska, and of all the thousands of peasants will be on the heads of the princes and the papists.
Woman. Woe unto us! What is he raving about?
Townsman. Do you know this man, Master Olof?
Olof. No.
Gert. Yes, Olof, you know me. Deny me not! Are you afraid of these miserable creatures who do not want their own welfare—and who have never heard the word "freedom"?
Olof. What is your name?
Gert. If I told, you would all tremble. Yet you must tremble in order that you may wake out of your sleep. I am named the angel that was cast out and that is to come again ten thousand times; I am named the liberator that came too early; I am named Satan because I love you more than my own life; I have been named Luther; I have been named Hus. Now I am named Anabaptist!
Crowd (shrink back and begin to cross themselves). Anabaptist!
Gert (removing his disguise and revealing himself as much older than he had seemed). Do you know me now, Olof?