Märeta: You're much too conscious about duty and honor when it concerns Karin.
Töre: You're much too soft and weak when it concerns her.
Töre: You see it, God, you see it. The innocent child's death and my revenge. You allowed it. I don't understand you. Yet now I beg your forgiveness. I know no other way to be reconciled with my own hands. I know no other way to live.
Beggar: Flying birds find something, sitting birds only find death. I have found both women and churches.
Töre: You are not alone, Mareta. And God alone bears our guilt.
Töre: Bring me the slaughtering-knife.
Töre: You see it, God. You see it. The innocent child's death, and my revenge. You allowed it. I don't understand You. I don't understand You. but I still ask your forgiveness. I know no other way to live. I promise You, God... here on the dead body of my only child, I promise you that, to cleanse my sins, here I shall build a church. On this spot. Of mortar and stone... and with these, my hands.
Töre: Heavenly Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, with Your host of angels, deliver us today from the devil's chokehold. God, grant that neither temptation, shame, nor danger befall thy servants this day. Amen.
Märeta: If you always get your way, you'll please the devil so much that the saints will punish you with boils.
