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
The sin-list, Peer Gynt?
PEER.
Cry aloud my crime!
SOLVEIG.
[_Sits down beside him._]
Thou hast made all my life as a beautiful song.
Blessëd be thou that at last thou hast come!
Blessëd, thrice blessëd our Whitsun-morn meeting!
PEER.
Then I am lost!
SOLVEIG.
There is one that rules all things.
PEER.
[_Laughs._]
Lost! Unless thou canst answer riddles.
SOLVEIG.
Tell me them.
PEER.
Tell them! Come on! To be sure!
Canst thou tell where Peer Gynt has been since we parted?
SOLVEIG.
Been?
PEER.
With his destiny’s seal on his brow;
Been, as in God’s thought he first sprang forth!
Canst thou tell me? If not, I must get me home,—
Go down to the mist-shrouded regions.
SOLVEIG.
[_Smiling._]
Oh, that riddle is easy.
PEER.
Then tell what thou knowest!
Where was I, as myself, as the whole man, the true man?
Where was I, with God’s sigil upon my brow?
SOLVEIG.
In my faith, in my hope, and in my love.[146]
PEER.
[_Starts back._]
What sayest thou——? Peace! These are juggling words.
Thou art mother thyself to the man that’s there.
SOLVEIG.
Ay, that I am; but who is his father?
Surely he that forgives at the mother’s prayer.
PEER.
[_A light shines in his face; he cries_:]
My mother; my wife; oh, thou innocent woman!—
In thy love—oh, there hide me, hide me!
[_Clings to her end hides his face in her lap. A long
silence. The sun rises._
SOLVEIG.
[_Sings softly._]
Sleep thou, dearest boy of mine!
I will cradle thee, I will watch thee——
The boy has been sitting on his mother’s lap.
They two have been playing all the life-day long.
The boy has been resting at his mother’s breast
All the life-day long. God’s blessing on my joy!
The boy has been lying close in to my heart
All the life-day long. He is weary now.
Sleep thou, dearest boy of mine!
I will cradle thee, I will watch thee.
THE BUTTON-MOULDER’S VOICE.
[_Behind the house._]
At the last cross-road we will meet again, Peer;
And _then_ we’ll see whether——; I say no more.
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