Olof. And the Anabaptists?
Gert. Locked up, of course.
Olof. And you stand here so calmly?
Gert. I am old now. Once I used to rage like you, but it only tired me out. Rink and Knipperdollink have served as my outposts. They had to fall, that's plain; now my work begins.
(Drum-beats are heard from the street.)
Olof. What is that?
Gert. The royal drums that keep the captives company to prison. Come here and see!
Olof (mounting one of the benches and looking out of the window). What do I see? Women and children are dragged along by the soldiers!
Gert. Well, they have been throwing stones at the King's guard. Do you think such things can be allowed?
Olof. But are madmen and sick people to be put into prison?