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
LONA.
[_Loudly._] Dina Dorf!
RÖRLUND.
What?
MRS. BERNICK.
What do you say?
[_Great sensation._
RÖRLUND.
Fled? Run away—with _him_! Impossible!
BERNICK.
To become his wife, Doctor Rörlund. And I have more to add. [_Aside._]
Betty, collect yourself to bear what is coming. [_Aloud._] I say: Honour
to that man, for he has nobly taken upon himself another’s sin. My
fellow citizens, I will get clear of the lie; it has gone near to
poisoning every fibre in my being. You shall know all. Fifteen years
ago, it was _I_ who sinned.
MRS. BERNICK.
[_In a low and trembling voice._] Karsten.
MARTHA.
[_Likewise._] Ah, Johan——!
LONA.
At last you have found your true self!
[_Speechless astonishment among the listeners._
BERNICK.
Yes, my fellow citizens, I was guilty, and he fled. The false and vile
rumours which were afterwards current, it is now in no human power to
disprove. But of this I cannot complain. Fifteen years ago I swung
myself aloft by aid of these rumours; whether I am now to fall with them
is for you to decide.
RÖRLUND.
What a thunderbolt! The first man in the town——! [_Softly to_ MRS.
BERNICK.] Oh, how I pity you, Mrs. Bernick!
HILMAR.
Such a confession! Well, I must say——
BERNICK.
But do not decide this evening. I ask every one of you to go home—to
collect himself—to look into himself. When your minds are calm again, it
will be seen whether I have lost or gained by speaking out. Good-night!
I have still much, very much, to repent of, but that concerns only my
own conscience. Good-night! Away with all this show! We all feel that it
is out of place here.
RÖRLUND.
Assuredly it is. [_Softly to_ MRS. BERNICK.] Run away! So, after all,
she was quite unworthy of me. [_Half aloud, to the Committee._] Yes,
gentlemen, after this, I think we had better withdraw as quickly as
possible.
HILMAR.
How, after this, one is to hold high the banner of the ideal, I for
one——Ugh!
[_The announcement has meanwhile been whispered from mouth to
mouth. All the members of the procession retire through the
garden._ RUMMEL, SANDSTAD, _and_ VIGELAND _go off disputing
earnestly but softly._ HILMAR TÖNNESEN _slips out to the
right._ CONSUL BERNICK, MRS. BERNICK, MARTHA, LONA, _and_
KRAP _alone remain in the room. There is a short silence._
BERNICK.
Betty, can you forgive me?
MRS. BERNICK.
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