Constable. First of all: Brask is in correspondence with the Pope
to have the inquisition established here. Lubeck is insisting on
her shameless demands and threatens war. The treasury is empty.
There is rebellion in every nook and corner of the country--

Gustaf. That's enough! But I have the people with me.

Constable. I beg your pardon--you have not. There are the
Dalecarlians, for instance--a spoiled lot, always disputing with
those of Lubeck about the honor of having bestowed a king on
Sweden. They are ready to rebel on the slightest occasion, and
they are coming forward with demands like these: "There shall he
no outlandish customs used, with slittered and motley colored
clothes, such as have of late been brought into the King's
court."

Gustaf. 'Sdeath!

Constable. "Whosoever eats meat on Fridays or Saturdays shall be
burned at the stake or otherwise made away with." And furthermore,
"There shall be no new faith or Lutheran teachings foisted
upon us." What a treacherous, impudent people!

Gustaf. And yet there was a time when they showed themselves to
be men.

Constable. Well, what wonder if they carried water when their
house was afire? How many times have they broken troth and faith?
But they have so often heard themselves lauded that they have
come to give the name of "old Swedish honesty" to their own brute