Master Olof : a Drama in Five Acts by August Strindberg
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page 77 of 194 (39%)
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Sexton. Such things should not be made fun of!
Windrank. Oh, my, my! I'm drowning! Help! Sexton. Lord, what is it? Windrank. There's a whole river coming--Ugh! Sexton. Catherine dear! Where are you, my angel? (He runs to look for her.) Jesu, but you must have scared my wife out of her wits. She has run away from the keg--and taken the tap along! Get up-- up with you, and let us leave this godless hole! Windrank. No, my dear fellow, I'm in my element now, so I think I'll stay. Sexton. Goodness, the clock is striking twelve, and the ghosts will be coming! Windrank (jumping to his feet). That's a different story! (The Sexton guides Windrank toward the door.) Listen, sexton--I'm beginning to have strong doubts about the trinity. Sexton. Well, I declare! Windrank. It's your trinity I'm thinking of. Sexton. What do you mean, master skipper? Windrank. I think there must be four of you, after all. |
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