The collected works of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. 04 (of 11)Ibsen, Henrik
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The collected works of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. 04 (of 11)
Ibsen, Henrik
Ibsen, Henrik, 1828-1906 -- Translations into English; Norwegian drama -- Translations into English
PEER.
I’ll strike!
THE COOK.
So’ll I!
PEER.
I’ll crush you down with kicks and blows!
Let go your hold! She won’t float two!
THE COOK.
I know it! Yield!
PEER.
Yield you!
THE COOK.
Oh yes!
[_They fight; one of the Cook’s hands is disabled; he
clings on with the other._
PEER.
Off with that hand!
THE COOK.
Oh, kind sir—spare!
Think of my little ones at home
PEER.
I need my life far more than you,
For I am lone and childless still.
THE COOK.
Let go! You’ve lived, and I am young!
PEER.
Quick; haste you; sink;—you drag us down.
THE COOK.
Have mercy! Yield in heaven’s name!
There’s none to miss and mourn for you—
[_His hand slips; he screams._
I’m drowning!
PEER.
[_Seizing him._]
By this wisp of hair
I’ll hold you; say your Lord’s Prayer, quick!
THE COOK.
I can’t remember; all turns black——
PEER.
Come, the essentials in a word——!
THE COOK.
Give us this day——!
PEER.
Skip that part, Cook;
You’ll get all _you_ need, safe enough.
THE COOK.
Give us this day——
PEER.
The same old song!
’Tis plain you were a cook in life——
[_The COOK slips from his grasp._
THE COOK.
[_Sinking._]
Give us this day our——
[_Disappears._
PEER.
Amen, lad!
To the last gasp you were yourself.—
[_Draws himself up on to the bottom of the boat._
So long as there is life there’s hope——
THE STRANGE PASSENGER.
[_Catches hold of the boat._]
Good morning!
PEER.
Hoy!
THE PASSENGER.
I heard you shout.—
It’s pleasant finding you again.
Well? So my prophecy came true!
PEER.
Let go! Let go! ’Twill scarce float _one_!
THE PASSENGER.
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