The Seventh Seal1957

[Block and Jöns are treated to a meal by Jof and Mia.]

Jof:
I've written a song about the spring! Would you like to hear it?

[Jof gets up to fetch his instrument, but Mia stops him.]

Mia:
Our guest may not care for your songs.

Jöns:
Oh, yes. I write songs myself.

Jof:
You see!

Jöns:
There's one about an enormous fish which you haven't heard.

[Block clears his throat.]

Jöns:
And you're not going to hear it, either.

. . .

[As Block broods, Mia offers him a bowl of wild strawberries.]

Block:
We worry about so much.

Mia:
It's better to be two.

. . .

Block:
To believe is to suffer. It is like loving someone in the dark who never answers.

. . .

Block:
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.]

Block:
And this will be a sign, and a great content.