Sexton. It's some pious brother saying prayers for a poor
soul. [Exit.]

Olof. "Thou therefore gird up thy loins and arise, and speak unto
them all that I command thee."--God help me! (He drops on his
knees at a prie-dieu; there he finds a note, which he reads.)
"Don't preach to-day; your life is in danger."--The Tempter
himself wrote that! (He tears the note to pieces.)

[Enter Olof's Mother.]

Mother. You are straying from the right path, my son.

Olof. Who knows?

Mother. I know! But as your mother I reach out my hand to you.
Turn back!

Olof. Where would you lead me?

Mother. To godliness and virtue.

Olof. If godliness and virtue are vested in papal decrees, then I
fear it is too late.

Mother. It isn't only a question of what you teach, but of how
you live.

Olof. I know you are thinking of my company last night, but I am