forget us! (Olof stands looking after them.)

Lars. I have seen the King.

Olof (absent-mindedly). Have you?

Lars. Do you know what he said?

Olof. No.

Lars. "I have got a harrier to raise the game; now it remains to
be seen whether he will come back when I whistle for him!"

Olof. Look at them--playing there among the graves, and picking
flowers, and singing the songs of Whitsuntide.

Lars (taking hold of Olof's arm). Child!

Olof (with a start). What did you say?

Lars. I thought you had laid your hand so firmly on the plough
handle to-day that there could he no question of looking back.
(Olof waves his hand to the scholars.) Are you still dreaming?

Olof. It was the last bright morning dream that passed away from
me. Pardon me--I am awake now!

[Exeunt toward the right. Then they are nearly out, Olof turns
for a last look at the scholars. These have disappeared in the
meantime, and in their place appear the two Black Friars, Marten