of the rest). Come here, folk--here's another sanctum!--What's
this? A drinkshop in the temple!--Look ye! Look ye--the
abomination has gone so far that the tabernacle itself is being
polluted. But I will cleanse it with fire. Set fire to the church
and prepare a stake for the saints!

Olof (stepping forward). Consider what you propose to do!

Knipperdollink. Are you afraid that the beer kegs will burst from
the heat, you Belial? Are you the popish tapster who thought it
not robbery to build vice a chapel in the very wall of the
church?

Olof. I am the Secretary of the Court-House, and I command you
in the name of the King to keep order!

Knipperdollink. So you are the man whom the King has sent here to
make war on our sacred cause? Onward, onward, ye men of God,
and seize him first of all! Afterwards we'll cleanse the temple
of the Lord from idolatry.

Marten. Go at him, good folk, for he's a heretic and under the
ban!

Knipperdollink. A heretic? You are not one of the papists, then?

Olof. Since they have banned me, I can no longer be of the
Church.

Knipperdollink. Then you are on our side? (Olof remains silent.)