Olof. I fear it is too late!
Brask. A sapling can be bent.
Sommar. It is not wise to raise vipers, Your Grace. Our canonicus here has strong leanings toward heresy, and to-day he has dared to defy our orders.
Brask. Is that so?
Sommar. On fully legal grounds we have proclaimed an interdict, and this man has ventured to say mass—worse than that, he has said a Lutheran mass, and thus stirred up the people.
Brask. Take care, young man! Don't you know that the ban will fall on anybody who proclaims Luther?
Olof. I know it, but I fear no other god than God.
Brask. Consider your words. I mean well by you, and you repel me.
Olof. You want to purchase my ability for the doctoring of your sick cause, and I am shameless enough not to sell myself.
Brask. By Saint George, I think you are out of your senses!