MONS. Are we regarded as prisoners, then?
OLAVUS. By no means, but it is not wise to venture out for a while yet.
MONS and ANDERS move from one chair to another and give other evidence of agitation.
MONS. Some great evil is afoot. I can feel it within me.
ANDERS. It must be very hot in here.... I am sweating. Would you like a glass of beer, doctor?
OLAVUS. No, thank you.
ANDERS. Or a glass of wine?
OLAVUS. Not for me, thanks!
MONS. But it's real hock.
MASTER OLAVUS shakes his head. At that moment drum-beats are heard outside.