The collected works of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. 07 (of 11) — John Shaqi
The collected works of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. 07 (of 11)Ibsen, Henrik
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The collected works of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. 07 (of 11)
Ibsen, Henrik
Ibsen, Henrik, 1828-1906 -- Translations into English; Norwegian drama -- Translations into English
I shouldn’t think of troubling you. Good-bye, dear Nora, and thank you
for all your kindness.
NORA.
Good-bye for the present. Of course you’ll come back this evening. And
you, too, Doctor Rank. What! If you’re well enough? Of course you’ll be
well enough. Only wrap up warmly. [_They go out, talking, into the hall.
Outside on the stairs are heard children’s voices._] There they are!
There they are! [_She runs to the outer door and opens it. The nurse
ANNA, enters the hall with the children._] Come in! Come in! [_Stoops
down and kisses the children._] Oh, my sweet darlings! Do you see them,
Christina? Aren’t they lovely?
RANK.
Don’t let us stand here chattering in the draught.
HELMER.
Come, Mrs. Linden; only mothers can stand such a temperature.
[DR. RANK, HELMER, _and_ MRS. LINDEN _go down the stairs;_ ANNA
_enters the room with the children;_ NORA _also, shutting
the door._
NORA.
How fresh and bright you look! And what red cheeks you’ve got! Like
apples and roses. [_The children chatter to her during what follows._]
Have you had great fun? That’s splendid! Oh, really! You’ve been giving
Emmy and Bob a ride on your sledge!—both at once, only think! Why,
you’re quite a man, Ivar. Oh, give her to me a little, Anna. My sweet
little dolly! [_Takes the smallest from the nurse and dances with her._]
Yes, yes; mother will dance with Bob too. What! Did you have a game of
snowballs? Oh, I wish I’d been there. No; leave them, Anna; I’ll take
their things off. Oh, yes, let me do it; it’s such fun. Go to the
nursery; you look frozen. You’ll find some hot coffee on the stove.
[_The_ NURSE _goes into the room on the left._ NORA _takes off
the children’s things and throws them down anywhere, while
the children talk all together._
Really! A big dog ran after you? But he didn’t bite you? No; dogs don’t
bite dear little dolly children. Don’t peep into those parcels, Ivar.
What is it? Wouldn’t you like to know? Take care—it’ll bite! What? Shall
we have a game? What shall we play at? Hide-and-seek? Yes, let’s play
hide-and-seek. Bob shall hide first. Am I to? Yes, let me hide first.
[_She and the children play, with laughter and shouting, in the
room and the adjacent one to the right. At last_ NORA _hides
under the table; the children come rushing in, look for her,
but cannot find her, hear her half-choked laughter, rush to
the table, lift up the cover and see her. Loud shouts. She
creeps out, as though to frighten them. Fresh shouts.
Meanwhile there has been a knock at the door leading into
the hall. No one has heard it. Now the door is half opened
and_ KROGSTAD _appears. He waits a little; the game is
renewed._
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