[Block is talking with Mia, the troupe's actress, as she plays with her infant son Mikael]
Is Mikael going to be an acrobat?
Mia Jof wants him to be.
Mia No. [smiling] Perhaps he will be a knight!
That's not such fun, either.
Mia No, you don't look happy.
Mia Are you tired?
Mia Why?
Mia You mean your squire?
Mia Who, then?
[Block and Jöns are treated to a meal by Jof and Mia]
I've written a song about the spring! Would you like to hear it?
Mia [Jof gets up to fetch his instrument, but Mia stops him]
Our guest may not care for your songs.
Oh, yes. I write songs myself.
There's one about an enormous fish which you haven't heard.
[Block clears his throat]
And you're not going to hear it, either.
. . .
[as Block broods, Mia offers him a bowl of wild strawberries]
We worry about so much.
Mia It's better to be two.
. . .
To believe is to suffer. It is like loving someone in the dark who never answers.
. . .
I shall remember this hour of peace: the strawberries, the bowl of milk, your faces in the dusk. Mikael asleep, Jof with his lute. I shall remember our words, and shall bear this memory between my hands as carefully as a bowl of fresh milk.
[he drinks from the bowl]
And this will be a sign, and a great content.
[as a new day dawns for Jof, Mia, and Mikael, Jof sees a line of people dancing on the horizon]
Mia! I see them, Mia! I see them! Over there against the stormy sky. They are all there. The smith and Lisa, the knight, Raval, Jöns, and Skat. And the strict master Death bids them dance. He wants them to hold hands and to tread the dance in a long line. At the head goes the strict master with the scythe and hourglass. But the Fool brings up the rear with his lute. They move away from the dawn in a solemn dance away towards the dark lands while the rain cleanses their cheeks of the salt from their bitter tears.
Mia You with your visions!