Master Olof : a Drama in Five Acts by August Strindberg
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Gustaf. Would you rather go to your death? Olof. No, but I know that my sovereign needs me. Gustaf. It isn't noble to take advantage of my misfortune, Olof. Well, say anything; you please, but you will have to pardon me if I take back a part of it afterwards. Olof. Truth isn't sold by the yard. Gustaf. 'Sdeath! (Changing tone.) Well, suit yourself! Olof (kneeling). Then I may say all that is in my mind? Gustaf. You may. Olof. Then, if I can only throw a single spark of doubt into the soul of this sleeping people, my life will not have been wasted. --It is to be a reformation, then? Gustaf (after a pause). Yes. (Pause.) Olof (timidly). And what is to become of the Anabaptists? Gustaf. Need you ask? They must die. Olof. Will Your Highness permit me one more question? Gustaf. Tell me: what do those madmen want? |
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