The collected works of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. 01 (of 11)Ibsen, Henrik
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The collected works of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. 01 (of 11)
Ibsen, Henrik
Ibsen, Henrik, 1828-1906 -- Translations into English; Norwegian drama -- Translations into English
[_During the foregoing scene_ STRAWMAN _has been
seen from time to time walking in the background
in lively conversation with_ ANNA; MRS. STRAWMAN
_and the children follow._ MISS JAY _now appears
also, and with her_ MRS. HALM _and other
ladies._
MISS JAY [_before she enters_].
Ah, Mr. Lind.
LIND [_to_ FALK].
They’re after me again!
Come, let us go.
MISS JAY.
Nay, nay, you must remain,
Let us make speedy end of the division
That has crept in between your love and you.
LIND.
Are we divided?
MISS JAY [_pointing to_ ANNA, _who is standing further off
in the garden_].
Gather the decision
From yon red eyes. The foreign mission drew
Those tears.
LIND.
But heavens, she was glad to go—
MISS JAY [_scoffing_].
Yes, to be sure, one would imagine so!
No, my dear Lind, you’ll take another view
When you have heard the whole affair discussed;
LIND.
But then this warfare for the faith, you know,
Is my most cherished dream!
MISS JAY.
O who would build
On dreaming in this century of light?
Why, Stiver had a dream the other night;
There came a letter singularly sealed—
MRS. STRAWMAN.
It’s _treasure_ such a dream prognosticates.
MISS JAY [_nodding_].
Yes, and next day they sued him for the rates.
[_The ladies make a circle round LIND and go in
conversation with him into the garden._
STRAWMAN [_continuing, to_ ANNA, _who faintly tries to
escape_].
From these considerations, daughter mine,
From these considerations, buttressed all
With reason, morals, and the Word Divine,
You now perceive that to desert your Call
Were absolutely inexcusable.
ANNA [_half crying_].
Oh! I’m so young—
STRAWMAN.
And it is natural,
I own, that one should tremble to essay
These perils, dare the lures that there waylay;
But from doubt’s tangle you must now break free,—
Be of good cheer and follow Moll and me!
MRS. STRAWMAN.
Yes, your dear mother tells me that I too
Was just as inconsolable as you
When we received our Call—
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