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
Monsen? Oh, absurd!
LUNDESTAD.
Fact, Mr. Heire! Ringdal or Miss Thora must have got him persuaded
that——
HEIRE.
And so he goes and asks him to a state dinner-party! Deuce take me, if
that isn’t the best thing I’ve heard for long! No, really now, I can’t
keep _that_ bottled up.
LUNDESTAD.
Sh, sh! Remember your promise. The Chamberlain’s your old school-fellow:
and even if he has been a little hard upon you——
HEIRE.
Hee-hee! I’ll pay him back with interest!
LUNDESTAD.
Take care! The Chamberlain is powerful. Don’t play tricks in the lion’s
den!
HEIRE.
Bratsberg a lion? Pooh, he’s a blockhead, sir, and I am not. Oh, won’t I
get a rare crop of taunts, and jibes, and innuendoes out of this, when
once our great suit comes on!
SELMA.
[_Calls from the circle._] Learned judge, what shall the owner of this
forfeit do?
ERIK.
[_Unnoticed, to_ HEIRE.] It’s Stensgård’s! Think of something amusing.
HEIRE.
That forfeit? Hee-hee, let me see; he might, for example—yes—he shall
make a speech!
SELMA.
It’s Mr. Stensgård’s forfeit.
ERIK.
Mr. Stensgård is to make a speech.
STENSGÅRD.
Oh no, spare me that; I came off badly enough last night.
THE CHAMBERLAIN.
Excellently, Mr. Stensgård; I know something of public speaking.
LUNDESTAD.
[_To_ HEIRE.] If only he doesn’t put his foot in it now.
HEIRE.
Put his foot in it? Hee-hee! You’re a sharp one! That’s an inspiration!
[_In an undertone to STENSGÅRD._] If you came off badly last night, why
not put yourself right again to-night?
STENSGÅRD.
[_Seized with a sudden idea._] Lundestad, here is the opportunity!
LUNDESTAD.
[_Evasively._] Play your cards neatly.
[_Looks for his hat and slips quietly towards the door._
STENSGÅRD.
Yes, I will make a speech!
THE YOUNG LADIES.
Bravo! Bravo!
STENSGÅRD.
Fill your glasses, ladies and gentlemen! I am going to make a speech
which shall begin with a fable; for here I seem to breathe the finer air
of fable-land.
ERIK.
[_To the_ LADIES.] Hush! Listen!
[THE CHAMBERLAIN _takes his glass from the card-table on the
right, beside which he remains standing._ RINGDAL, FIELDBO,
_and one or two other gentlemen come in from the garden._
STENSGÅRD.
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