hate him?

Marten. Isn't that enough? (Somebody is heard knocking on the door
leading to the street.) Somebody is coming! Read, damn you!

(Nils begins to drone out the same verse as before. The sound of a
key being inserted in the lock is heard. The door is opened from the
outside.)

[Enter Olof, looking greatly agitated.]

Mother (waking up). Father Marten!

Olof (goes to the bed). Here is your son, mother! Why didn't you let me
know that you were sick?

Mother. Farewell, Olof! I forgive you all the evil you have done to me,
if you will not disturb the few moments I need to prepare myself for
heaven. Father Marten! Bring here the sacred ointment, so that I may die
in peace.

Olof. So that's why you didn't call me! (He catches sight of the money
bag which Marten has forgotten to hide, and snatches it away from the
monk.) Oh, souls are being bartered here! And this was to be the price!
Leave this room and this death-bed! Here is my place, not yours!

Marten. You mean to prevent us from fulfilling our office?

Olof. I am showing you the door!

Marten. As long as we are not suspended, we are doing our duty here by
the King's authority, and not by the Pope's.

Olof. I shall cleanse the Church of the lord without regard to the will
of King or Pope.

Mother. Will you plunge my soul into perdition, Olof? Will you let me
die with a curse?

Olof. Calm yourself, mother! You are not going to die in a lie. Seek
your God in prayer, He is not so far away as you believe.

Marten. A man who won't save his own mother from the pangs of purgatory
must be the Devil's prophet indeed.

Mother. Christ Jesu, help my soul!

Olof. Will you leave this room, or must I use force? Take away that
rubbish! (He kicks the ritual accessories across the floor.)

Marten. I'll go if you'll let me have the money your mother has given to
the Church.

Mother. So that's why you came, Olof? You wanted my gold! Let him have
it, Marten. I'll let you have all of it, Olof, if you will only leave me
in peace! I'll give you more than that! I'll let you have everything!

Olof (driven to despair). In God's name, take the money and go! I beg
you!

Marten (grabbing the bag and going out with Nils). Where the Devil is
abroad, there our power ends, Dame Christine! (To Olof.) As a heretic
you are lost for all eternity! As a law-breaker you will get your
punishment right here! Beware of the King! [Exeunt.]

Olof (kneeling beside his mother's bed).