Olof (catching sight of Marten). A priest!

Marten. I am a Black Friar.

Olof. Yes, I guessed that much. So it's you who have incited the
people against her?

Marten. I am protecting the church from foulness and trying to
keep it free of vice. She is a banned woman, who has been
trafficking with her own body, which should be a temple of the
Lord. (The woman kneels before Olof.)

Olof (taking her by the hand). But I, Dominican, dare to take her
hand and match her against you. She has sold her body, you say--
how many souls have you bought?--I am also a priest--Nay, I am a
man, for I am not presumptuous enough to put a lock on God's own
house, and as a sinful human creature I hold out my hand to my
fellow-creature, who cannot be pure either. Let him who is
without sin step forward and cast the first stone.--Step forward,
Brother Marten, you angel of light, who have donned the black
garments of innocence and shaved your hair so that no one may see
how you have grown gray in sin! Or have you no stone ready,
perhaps? Alas for you, then! What have you done with those you
were to hand the people when they were crying for bread? Have you
already given them all away?--Step forward, you highly respectable
citizen. (To Windrank, who is asleep on the floor.) You, who
are sleeping the sleep of a brute, why don't you wake up and
fling your knife at her?--Do you see how he is blushing? Can
it be from shame at the bad company you have brought him into, or
from carnal desire? (The crowd mutters disapprovingly.)