Gustaf. Now I am tired. You'll have a fortnight in which to get ready. Your hand that you will help me!
Gustaf. Give orders to have Rink and Knipperdollink sent to Malmö.
Gustaf. They'll have a chance to escape. That fool over there you can send back to the asylum. Farewell! [Exit.]
Gert (shaking his clenched fist after Gustaf). Well, are we going?
Gert. Home. (Olof remains silent.) You don't wish to send your father-in-law to the madhouse, do you, Olof?
Olof. You ask me what I wish--How about my duty?
Gert. Is there no duty above the royal command?
Gert. What will Christine say if you put her father among madmen?
Gert. Do you see how difficult it is to serve the King? (Olof does not answer.) I won't make you unhappy, my poor boy. Here's balm for your conscience. (He takes out a document.)
Gert. A certificate of health. You see, it is necessary to be a madman among sane people, and sane among mad men.
Servant. Will you please go your way. They 're about to sweep.
Gert. Perhaps the place has to be aired, too?
Servant. No, you may be sure, and it's needed, too, for we are not accustomed to this kind of company.
Gert. Look here, old man--I carry a greeting from your father.
Gert. Wet the broom, he said, or you'll get the dust all over yourself.
(Olof's Study. There are windows in the background, through which the sun is shining into the room. Trees are visible outside. Christine is standing at one of the windows, watering her flowers. While doing so she is prattling to some birds in a cage. Olof is seated at a table, writing. With an impatient mien he looks up and across the room to Christine as if he wished her to keep quiet. This happens several times, until at last Christine knocks down one of the flower pots, when Olof taps the floor lightly with his foot.)
Christine. Oh, my poor little flower! Look, Olof, four buds were broken off.
Christine. No, you don't. You must come over here.
Christine. You haven't looked at the starlings which I bought for you this morning. Don't you think they sing sweetly?
Olof. It's hard for me to work when they are screaming like that.
Christine. They are not screaming, Olof, but you seem to be more fond of a night bird that does scream. Tell me, what is the meaning of the owl that appears on your signet ring?