arrogance.

Gustaf. You belong to the nobility!

Constable. Yes, and it is my conviction that the peasant has
played out his part--the part of a crude force needed to drive
away the enemy by sheer strength of arm. Crush the Church, Your
Highness, for it is keeping the people in fetters. Seize the gold
of the Church and pay the country's debt--and give back to the
reduced nobility what the Church has obtained from it by dupery.

Gustaf. Call in Brask.

Constable. Your Highness!

Gustaf. Call Bishop Brask! [Exit the Constable.]

[Enter Bishop Brask.]

Gustaf. Speak, Your Grace!

Brask. I wish to offer our congratulations on--

Gustaf. I thank Your Grace! And what more?

Brask. There have been complaints from several districts, I am
sorry to say, about unpaid loans of silver exacted from the
churches by Your Highness.

Gustaf. Which you now are trying to recover. Are all the chalices