Gustaf. That's a matter in which I suit myself!

Brask. But civil war--

Gustaf. That's _my_ concern! (To Olof.) Olof, I appoint you to
the clerkship of our court-house at Stockholm. Get over there at
once. Speak to the people. I put my trust in you!

Brask. For the country's sake I ask Your Highness to consider the
futility of wasting speech on madmen.

Gustaf. Souls are not controlled by swords. Bear that in mind,
Your Lordships.

Brask. The Church has never--

Gustaf. Nor by keys! (To Olof.) Go to my chancellor, and he will
give you your appointment.

Brask. You had better wait a moment, canonicus.

Gustaf. Our secretary will not put your orders ahead of mine.

Brask. The rights of the Church must be assured first of all.
Olof Pedersson--

Gustaf (correcting him). Secretary--

Brask. Secretary Olof Pedersson cannot leave this city until the
Chapter has pronounced its verdict.