Constable. Bring me a chair.

Olof. That's not my office.

Constable. I am not familiar with the instructions of the
doorkeeper.

Olof. I am no doorkeeper!

Constable. I don't care what you are, and I don't carry with me a
list of the menials, but you will have to be civil! (Olof remains
silent.) Well, what about it? I think the Devil has got into you!

Olof. Pardon me, but it is no part of my duty as secretary to
wait on anybody.

Constable. What? Oh, Master Olof! Why, first you sit at the door
playing lackey, and then you drop the mask and step forth as the
Lord Himself! And I took you to be a proud man. (He picks up his
cloak and places it on a bench.)

Olof. My Lord Constable!

Constable. But, no, you are only a vain upstart! Please step
forward and be seated, Mr. Secretary.

[He points Olof to a seat and goes out into one of the
side-rooms.]