Antonius Block:
From our darkness, we call out to Thee, Lord. Have mercy on us because we are small and frightened and ignorant.
Jöns:
[bitterly]
In the darkness where you are supposed to be, where all of us probably are... In the darkness you will find no one to listen to your cries or be touched by your sufferings. Wash your tears and mirror yourself in your indifference.
Antonius Block:
God, You who are somewhere, who must be somewhere, have mercy upon us.
Jöns:
I could have given you an herb to purge you of your worries about eternity. Now it seems to be too late. But in any case, feel the immense triumph of this last minute when you can still roll your eyes and move your toes.
Karin, Block's Wife:
Quiet, quiet.
Jöns:
I shall be silent, but under protest.
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