Harlot. Jesus Christ, help me!

[Enter Olof. He appears in the door, and pushes through the crowd
until he reaches the Harlot, whose hand he takes so that he can
pull her away from the drunken men about her.]

Olof. Answer me--who is this woman?

Marten. She's no woman.

Olof. What do you mean?

Marten. She is no man either, although she's disguised.

Olof. "She," you say--and yet not a woman?

Marten. She's a harlot.

Olof (shocked, drops the woman's hand). A harlot!

German. Don't let go of her, Master Olof, or she'll run away.

Olof. Why are you laying hands on her? What is her crime?

German. Going to church.

Olof. I see! (He looks around.)

Marten. What are you looking for?