MIDWIFE. I can make the judge as soft as wax....
KERSTI. He who shall judge the quick and the dead; He who is the resurrection and the life: He has sentenced me to death in the flesh, and to—life everlasting.
MIDWIFE. Look at the soldiers! They have gone to sleep! Take my cloak and run!
KERSTI. Are the soldiers asleep?
MIDWIFE. Their eyes are closed!—Run, run, run!
KERSTI rises and looks at the soldiers, who have closed their eyes.
MIDWIFE. Run, run, run!
KERSTI. [Lying down again] No, much better is it to fall into the hands of the living God!—Depart from me!
She raises the hymn-book so that the golden cross on its front cover faces the MIDWIFE.
MIDWIFE. [Shrinking back] Shall we meet a Thursday night at the crossroads?