happen.

Gert. Take care of your head, Olof!

Olof. Take care of your own, Father Gert!

Gert. No danger in my case, for I have a warrant for the asylum.

Olof. I cannot bear to see these things. I am going to the King,
even if it cost my life. (He goes toward the door.)

Gert. This is a matter not to be settled by the King. You should
appeal to the law.

Olof. The King is the law!

Gert. Unfortunately!--If the horse knew his own strength, he
would never be mad enough, as he is now, to bear the yoke. But
when once in a while he gets his reason back and runs away from
his oppressors, then they call him mad--Let us pray the Lord to
give these poor creatures their reason back!


ACT III

SCENE 1

(A Hall in the Royal Palace at Stockholm. In the background is
a gallery which can be partitioned off by curtains. In elderly
servant of the palace is pacing back and forth in the gallery.)