Townsman. Don't you think, my young friend, that the Lord
understands Latin?

Gert. But Swedish He doesn't understand at all!

Townsman. Master Olof, are you going to let the people depart
from you without a word to edify them? Can't you see how they
are yearning for their God? Make a sacrifice of your own sinful
will, and don't let the people go from you like sheep that have
no shepherd.

Olof. You call my will sinful?

Townsman. You are a hard man!

Olof. Say not so! Do you know what the ringing of this bell will
cost me?

Townsman. Your vanity.

Gert. And your peace! For it was the alarum bell that rang in the
battle. Hey-ho, this is the start! Soon the bells of Stockholm
will respond, and then the blood of Hus, and of Ziska, and of all
the thousands of peasants will be on the heads of the princes and
the papists.

Woman. Woe unto us! What is he raving about?

Townsman. Do you know this man, Master Olof?