have to go on.

Olof. Whither do you want to lead me?

Gert. Far, Olof, very far!

Olof. I am afraid of you, Father Gert.

Gert. Yes, and will be more so; for I shall take you up on a high
mountain, and from there you shall overlook the whole world. You
see, Olof, it is now Whitsuntide; it was at this time the Holy
Ghost came down and filled the Apostles--nay, all humanity. The
spirit of the Lord has descended upon me. I feel it, and for that
reason they shut me up like one demented. But now I am free
again, and now I shall speak the word; for now, Olof, we are
standing on the mountain. Behold the people crawling on their
knees before those two men seated on their thrones. The taller
holds two keys in one hand and a thunderbolt in the other. That
is the Pope. Now he hurls his thunderbolt, and a thousand souls
pass into perdition, while the rest kiss his foot and sing Gloria
Deo--but he who is seated on the throne turns about and smiles.
Now behold his companion. He has a sword and at sceptre. Bow down
before the sceptre, lest the sword smite you. When he knits his
brows all the people tremble. (He turns toward the man on the
other throne, and both smile.) They are two pillars of Baal. Then
is heard a sound out of heaven as of a host muttering. "Who is
grumbling?" exclaims the Pope, shaking his thunderbolt. "Who is
muttering?"--and the Emperor shakes his sword. Nobody answers,
but still there is grumbling in the air, and roaring, and a cry
of "Think!" The Pope cowers, and the Emperor, turning pale,