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I spoke so much at our meeting--But you don't know about our society--Concordia res parvae cresc.u.n.t--We mean to continue the Reformation--Gert is a farsighted man--I seem so small beside him--Good-night, Lars! (He falls asleep on a chair.)
Lars (stands looking at him with solicitude). Poor brother--may G.o.d protect you! (Resounding blows on the street door are heard.) What's that? (He goes to the window.)
Gert (outside). For G.o.d's sake, open!
Lars. Why, it isn't a matter of life and death, Father Gert. [Exit.]
Gert (outside). In G.o.d's name, let me in!
[Enter Christine with a blanket.]
Christine. Olof, why are they knocking like that? He's asleep! (She wraps him up in the blanket.) Oh, that I were Sleep, so that you might flee to me when tired out by your struggles!
(The rattle of a heavy cart is heard; then the cart comes to a stop outside the house.).
Olof (waking up with a start). Is it five already?
Christine. No, it is only three.
Olof. Wasn't that a baker's cart I heard?
Christine. I don't know, but I don't think it would make such a noise.
(She goes to the window.) Look, Olof! What can this he?
Olof (going to the window). The headsman's cart!--No, it isn't that.
Christine. It is a hea.r.s.e!
[Enter Lars and Gert.]
Lars. The plague!
All. The plague!
Gert. The plague is here! Christine, my child, leave this house! The angel of death has put his mark upon the gate.
Olof. Who sent the cart?
Gert. The man who put the black cross on the door. No dead body must be left a moment in the house.
Olof. Then Mrten was the angel of death--and all is nothing but a lie.
Gert. Look out of the window, and you'll see that the cart is loaded full. (Blows are heard at the street door again.) You hear! They're waiting!
Olof. Without proper burial? That shall never be!
Lars. Without ceremonies, Olof!
Gert. Come away with me, Christine, from this dreadful place! I'll take you out of the city to some healthier spot.
Christine. I will stay with Olof after this. If you, father, had loved me a little less, you would not have done so much harm.
Gert. Olof, you who have the power, command her to follow me
Olof. I set her free from your tyranny once, you selfish man, and she shall never return to it again.
Gert. Christine, get out of this house, at least!
Christine. Not a step until Olof orders me.
Olof. I will no longer order you at all, Christine--remember that!
[Enter several Buriers.]
Burier. I've come for a body. No time to spare!
Olof. Begone from here!
Burier. The King's order!
Lars. Consider what you do, Olof! The law demands it!
Gert. This is no time to hesitate! The crazy mob is aroused against you.
This house was the first one to be marked, and they are crying: "G.o.d's punishment upon the heretic!"
Olof (kneeling beside the bed). Mother, forgive! (Rising.) Do your duty!
(The Buriers come forward and begin to get their ropes ready.)
Gert (aside to Olof). "G.o.d's punishment upon the King" is our cry!
ACT V
SCENE I
(The Cemetery of the Convent of St. Clara. In the background appears a partly demolished convent building, from which a gang of workmen are carrying out timber and debris. At the left is a mortuary chapel. Its windows are lighted from within, and whenever the door is opened, a brilliantly illuminated crucifix on the chancel wall, with a sarcophagus standing in front of it, becomes visible. A number of the graves have been opened. The moon is just rising from behind the ruined convent.
Windrank is seated outside the chapel door. Singing is heard from within the chapel.)
[Enter Nils.]
Nils (goes up to Windrank). Good evening, Windrank.
Windrank. Please don't talk to me.
Nils. What's the matter now?
