OLAVUS. I do.
KING. When the sun rises to-morrow I shall know my fate. I wish I were that far already!—Now I hear something else! [The reading of a litany in Latin is faintly heard from the outside] What is that?
OLAVUS. [Goes to the balustrade and looks over it] The Queen's mother is reading the Romish litany.
KING. But I hear a male voice, too.
OLAVUS. That's Prince Johan.
KING. Johan?—So I must drink that cup, too! I wonder if the cup is full yet? Is everything that I have built to be torn down?
OLAVUS. Everything you have torn down must be built up again.
KING. Johan a papist, and Eric a Calvinist!—Do you remember the days when we were crying in the words of Von Hutten: "The souls are waking up, and it is a joy to live"? A joy to live, indeed—ha-ha! And the souls woke up to find their feet on the pillows! Was it you who said that the gods are playing with us?—Hush! I was mistaken a while ago! It's the North Bridge they are crossing! Can't you hear their heavy tread on the planking of the bridge? Let us fly! [He puts a document on a table] Here I place my resignation.
OLAVUS. [Seizing the document] I'll take care of that. I'll keep it—as a memento! And now we'll hoist a flag of truce.
He pulls a white cloth from one of the tables and ties it to the branch of a tree.