Brask. He's a lunatic who used my press to print Lutheran
writings in place of the anti-Lutheran stuff I put into his
hands. Moreover, he was dreaming of the Apocalypse and the
Millennium. (To Olof.) Have you seen him?

Olof. He was here awhile ago, and you can expect but little good
of him.

Brask. Is he at large?

Olof. He'll be in Stockholm soon, and from there you'll hear of
him, I think. Take care, my Lord Bishop!

Brask. Ho, there is nothing to fear yet.

Olof. The Anabaptists are in Stockholm.

Brask. What do you say?

Olof. The Anabaptists are in Stockholm!

Brask. The Anabaptists?

[Enter Gustaf Vasa suddenly.]

Gustaf. What's up? The city is in a tumult, the people are
marching through the streets crying for the mass. What's the
meaning of all this?

Brask. Mischief, Your Highness.