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
THORA.
Come away, father——!
THE CHAMBERLAIN.
What the deuce does he mean by a spectre? Who is he talking about,
Doctor?
FIELDBO.
[_Quickly._] Oh, it’s about——
[_Whispers a word or two._
THE CHAMBERLAIN.
Aha! So that’s it!
THORA.
[_Softly to_ FIELDBO.] Thanks!
STENSGÅRD.
If no one else will crush the dragon, I will! But we must hold together,
boys!
MANY VOICES.
Yes! yes!
STENSGÅRD.
We are young! The time belongs to us; but we also belong to the time.
Our right is our duty! Elbow-room for faculty, for will, for power!
Listen to me! We must form a League. The money-bag has ceased to rule
among us!
THE CHAMBERLAIN.
Bravo! [_To the_ DOCTOR.] He said the money-bag; so no doubt you’re
right——
STENSGÅRD.
Yes, boys; we, we are the wealth of the country, if only there’s metal
in us. Our will is the ringing gold that shall pass from man to man. War
to the knife against whoever shall deny its currency!
THE CROWD.
Hurrah!
STENSGÅRD.
A scornful “bravo” has been flung in my teeth——
THE CHAMBERLAIN.
No, no!
STENSGÅRD.
What care I! Thanks and threats alike are powerless over the perfect
will. And now, God be with us! For we are going about His work, with
youth and faith to help us. Come, then, into the refreshment-tent—our
League shall be baptized this very hour.
THE CROWD.
Hurrah! Carry him! Shoulder high with him!
[_He is lifted shoulder high._
VOICES.
Speak on! More! More!
STENSGÅRD.
Let us hold together, I say! Providence is on the side of the League of
Youth. It lies with us to rule the world—here in the district!
[_He is carried into the tent amid wild enthusiasm._
MADAM RUNDHOLMEN.
[_Wiping her eyes._] Oh, Lord, how beautifully he does speak! Don’t you
feel as if you could kiss him, Mr. Heire?
HEIRE.
Thank you, I’d rather not.
MADAM RUNDHOLMEN.
Oh, you! I daresay not.
HEIRE.
Perhaps you would like to kiss him, Madam Rundholmen.
MADAM RUNDHOLMEN.
Ugh, how horrid you are!
[_She goes into the tent; HEIRE follows her._
THE CHAMBERLAIN.
Spectre—and dragon—and money-bag! It was horribly rude—but well
deserved!
LUNDESTAD.
[_Approaching._] I’m heartily sorry, Chamberlain——
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