Olof (rising). Nothing! (Pause.) You are a freethinker?
Courtier. Of course!
Olof. You don't believe, then, that Balaam's ass could talk?
Courtier. Gracious, no!
Olof. But I do.
Courtier. Really?
[Enter Lars Andersson.]
Lars Andersson. The peace of the Lord be with you, Olof.
Olof (embracing him). Well met, Lars!
Courtier. Populace! [Exit.]