Olof. You are trying to confuse my fate with your own.

Gert. Listen!

Olof. You have surrounded me with an invisible net. You have
proclaimed me an Anabaptist. How am I going to face the King?

Gert. Which king?

Olof. King Gustaf!

Gert. Oh, that one!--Well, good-bye, then, Olof.--So
you're going to preach to-morrow?--Why doesn't that
woman go her way?--Good-bye! [Exit.]

0lof. Is that man running errands for God or for Satan?

Harlot (approaches Olof and kneels before him). Let me thank you!

Olof. Give thanks for God alone for having saved your soul, and
don't think that all your sins have been expiated to-day. Try to
find strength to live a life that will always be cursed. God has
forgiven you--your fellow-men will never do so! (He takes her by
the hand and leads her to the street door.)

[Enter Marten through the doorway in the rear, followed by Olof's
Mother and Christine, the daughter of Gert.]

Marten. We're in the wrong place, I fear.