AGDA. Is that true?
ERIC. There is some truth in it, I think.
JORGHEN. Let the maiden go before she begins to cry. I can't bear tears.
ERIC. I suppose you have never cried, Jorghen?
JORGHEN. Twice: when I was born, and once after that—out of rage.
ERIC. You are a beast, Jorghen.
AGDA goes back into the tavern.
JORGHEN. However—you wish to figure out what is to happen, and to form a decision on the basis of your false calculations. Have you not noticed how all our plans are foiled? That's the game of the gods. Sometimes we act wisely, and everything goes to the devil, and then we act like fools, and everything turns out right. It's nothing but humbug—all of it!
ERIC. I think so, too, and yet there must be some sort of sense in it.
JORGHEN. Not as far as I can see. It's just like dicing.