Olof. No.

Gert. Yes, Olof, you know me. Deny me not! Are you afraid of
these miserable creatures who do not want their own welfare--and
who have never heard the word "freedom"?

Olof. What is your name?

Gert. If I told, you would all tremble. Yet you must tremble in
order that you may wake out of your sleep. I am named the angel
that was cast out and that is to come again ten thousand times; I
am named the liberator that came too early; I am named Satan
because I love you more than my own life; I have been named
Luther; I have been named Hus. Now I am named Anabaptist!

Crowd (shrink back and begin to cross themselves). Anabaptist!

Gert (removing his disguise and revealing himself as much older
than he had seemed). Do you know me now, Olof?

Olof. Father Gert!

Townsman. He calls him father!

Crowd (drawing back from Olof and Gert). Anabaptist! Anabaptist!

Woman. Don't you see, it's he who was put under the ban--

Townsman. Gert the Printer--the bishop's printer--