Olof. Let us fear the Lord more than men! (The crowd kneels.)
Dear friends! Brothers and sisters in Christ Jesus! As we are now
come together here--

Townsman. Master Olof--

Olof. What is it?

Townsman. We want a real mass, and not any new inventions of men.

Gert. It has to be in Latin, my dear Master Olof, or we can't
understand what you say.

Townsman. It has to be in the sacred tongue--or anybody might say
mass.

Olof. And so you shall! Everyone for himself, with God!

Crowd. A Luther! A Luther! Antichrist!

Townsman. Well, well, Master Olof, have you, too, so young and
zealous, become tainted by the German devil? I am an old man, who
has seen much of the world, and I mean well by you--Turn back
while you are still young!--Do as we ask you and give us the old
mass.

Olof. No, there must be an end to that mummery. Ye shall pray in
spirit and in truth, and not in words ye do not understand.