Mother. I know, and tell you to break it!

Christine. It will soon be impossible.

Mother. I will save you, child, for you can still be saved. I
will offer the Lord the greatest sacrifice of all if a single
soul can be saved from perdition--my son!

Christine. Olof?

Mother. He's lost, I tell you, and I, his mother, have to tell
you so!

Christine. Lost?

Mother. He is a prophet of lies. The Devil has taken possession of
his soul.

Christine (passionately). It isn't true!

Mother. God grant that you are right!

Christine. Why--why haven't you told me this before?--But, of
course, it's a lie! (She goes to the door leading into the church
and pushes it ajar.) Look at him, mother--there he is! Can that
be an evil spirit speaking out of his mouth? Can that be a
hellish flame burning in his eyes? Can lies be told with
trembling lips? Does darkness shed light--can't you see the halo
about his head? You are wrong! I feel it within me! I don't know
what he preaches--I don't know what he denies--but he is right!