The collected works of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. 06 (of 11)Ibsen, Henrik
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The collected works of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. 06 (of 11)
Ibsen, Henrik
Ibsen, Henrik, 1828-1906 -- Translations into English; Norwegian drama -- Translations into English
BERNICK.
For fifteen years I have every day earned a clearer right—by my whole
life, by all I have laboured for, by all I have achieved.
LONA.
Yes, you have laboured for much and achieved much, both for yourself and
others. You are the richest and most influential man in the town; they
have to bow before your will, all of them, because you are held to be a
man without stain or flaw—your home is a model, your life is a model.
But all this magnificence, and you yourself along with it, stand on a
trembling quicksand. A moment may come, a word may be spoken—and, if you
do not save yourself in time, you and all your grandeur go to the
bottom.
BERNICK.
Lona—what did you come here to do?
LONA.
To help you to get firm ground under your feet, Karsten.
BERNICK.
Revenge! You want to revenge yourself. I thought as much! But you will
not succeed! There is only _one_ who has a right to speak, and he is
silent.
LONA.
Johan?
BERNICK.
Yes, Johan. If any one else accuses me, I shall deny everything. If you
try to crush me, I shall fight for my life. You will never succeed, I
tell you! He who could destroy me will not speak—and he is going away
again.
RUMMEL _and_ VIGELAND _enter from the right._
RUMMEL.
Good-morning, good-morning, my dear Bernick. You are coming with us to
the Trade Council? We have a meeting on the railway business, you know.
BERNICK.
I cannot. It’s impossible just now.
VIGELAND.
You really must, Consul——
RUMMEL.
You must, Bernick. There are people working against us. Hammer and the
other men who were in favour of the coast line, declare that there are
private interests lurking behind the new proposal.
BERNICK
Why, then, explain to them——
VIGELAND.
It’s no good _our_ explaining to them, Consul——
RUMMEL.
No, no, you must come yourself. Of course no one will dare to suspect
_you_ of anything of that sort.
LONA.
No, I should think not.
BERNICK.
I cannot, I tell you; I am unwell;—at any rate wait—let me collect
myself.
DOCTOR RÖRLUND _enters from the right._
RÖRLUND.
Excuse me, Consul; you see me most painfully agitated——
BERNICK.
Well, well, what is the matter with you?
RÖRLUND.
I must ask you a question, Consul Bernick. Is it with your consent that
the young girl who has found an asylum under your roof shows herself in
the public streets in company with a person whom——
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