Gert. We should be friends, Olof. Your mother is living in Stockholm, isn't she?
Olof. You know it, then?
Gert. Do you know that my daughter Christine is with your mother?
Olof. Christine?
Gert. Yes, for the present. If we win, your mother will be protected for my daughter's sake; and if the Catholics win, my daughter will be protected for your mother's sake. You are a little concerned about Christine, are you not?
Olof. Gert, Gert, what made you so wise?
Gert. The madhouse.
Olof. Go away from me! You'll lead me into disaster.
Gert. Yes, if you call it a disaster to be robbed of all earthly happiness, to be dragged into prison, to suffer poverty, to be scorned and reviled fur the sake of truth. If so, you are not worthy of such a splendid disaster. I thought you would understand me, I counted on your help, for in you the fire is still burning, but I see that the world is tempting you. Well, follow the stream and be happy!
Olof. How could a man make over the age in which he is living?