Christine. Why have we not been told these things before? Or why
have they been told us in a language that we do not understand?

Olof. Who has put those words into your mouth, girl?

Christine. Who? I haven't thought of asking.

Olof. Your father?

Christine. He wants me to enter a convent.

Olof. Has it come to that? And what is your own wish?

Christine (catching sight of Olof's bleeding forehead). They have
hurt you, Olof! For heaven's sake, let me help you!

Olof (sitting down again). Have I unsettled your faith,
Christine?

Christine (takes the handkerchief, tears it into strips, and
begins to dress Olof's wounds while speaking). My faith? I don't
understand you.--Tell me, who is Luther?

Olof. I mustn't tell you.

Christine. Always the same answer! From my father, from your
mother, and from yourself. Are you timid about telling me the
truth, or is the truth really dangerous?