Gustaf. Your Church can go to the devil! There, I have said it!
Brask. I knew it.
Gustaf. And you were only waiting for me to say so?
Brask. Exactly.
Gustaf. Take care! You travel with a following of two hundred men, and you eat from silver, when the people are living on bark.
Brask. Your Highness takes too narrow a view of the matter.
Gustaf. Have you heard of Luther? You are a well-informed man. What kind of a phenomenon is he? What have you to say of the movements that are now spreading throughout Europe?
Brask. Progress backward! Luther is merely destined to serve as a purging fire for what is ancient, descended from untold ages and well tried, so that it may be cleansed and by the struggle urged on to greater victories.
Gustaf. I care nothing for your learned arguments.
Brask. But Your Highness is extending protection to criminals and interfering with the privileges of the Church; for the Church has been grievously wronged by Master Olof.