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
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THE CHAMBERLAIN.
Do you suppose for a moment that——? _My_ name! In such an affair! My
name? As surety, no doubt?
MONSEN.
A mere matter of form——
THE CHAMBERLAIN.
A matter of swindling! My name! Not upon any consideration. I have never
put my name on other men’s paper.
MONSEN.
Never? That’s an exaggeration, Chamberlain.
THE CHAMBERLAIN.
It is the literal truth.
MONSEN.
No, not literal; I’ve seen it with my own eyes.
THE CHAMBERLAIN.
What have you seen?
MONSEN.
Your name—on _one_ bill at least.
THE CHAMBERLAIN.
It is false, I tell you! You have never seen it!
MONSEN.
I have! On a bill for two thousand dollars. Think again!
THE CHAMBERLAIN.
Neither for two thousand nor for ten thousand! On my sacred word of
honour, never!
MONSEN.
Then it’s a forgery.
THE CHAMBERLAIN.
Forgery?
MONSEN.
Yes, a forgery—for I _have_ seen it.
THE CHAMBERLAIN.
Forgery? Forgery! Where did you see it? In whose hands?
MONSEN.
That I won’t tell you.
THE CHAMBERLAIN.
Ha-ha! We shall soon find that out.
MONSEN.
Listen to me——!
THE CHAMBERLAIN.
Silence! It has come to this then! Forgery. They must mix me up in their
abominations! No wonder, then, that people bracket me with the rest of
you. But it is my turn now!
MONSEN.
Chamberlain—for your own sake and for the sake of others——
THE CHAMBERLAIN.
Off with you! Out of my sight! It is you that are at the root of it
all!—Yes you are! Woe unto him from whom offences come. Your home-life
is scandalous. What sort of society do you get about you? Persons from
Christiania and elsewhere, who think only of eating and drinking, and do
not care in what company they gorge themselves. Silence! I have seen
with my own eyes your distinguished guests tearing along the roads at
Christmas-time like a pack of howling wolves. And there is worse behind.
You have had scandals with your own maid-servants. You drove your wife
out of her mind by your ill-treatment and debauchery.
MONSEN.
Come, this is going too far! You shall pay for these words!
THE CHAMBERLAIN.
Oh, to the deuce with your threats! What harm can you do to me? _Me_?
You asked what I had to say against you. Well, I have said it. Now you
know why I have kept you out of decent society.
MONSEN.
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