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
[_With wild eyes, gropes about her, seizes_ HELMER’S _domino, throws it
round her, and whispers quickly, hoarsely, and brokenly._] Never to see
him again. Never, never, never. [_Throws her shawl over her head._]
Never to see the children again. Never, never.—Oh that black, icy water!
Oh that bottomless——! If it were only over! Now he has it; he’s reading
it. Oh, no, no, no, not yet. Torvald, good-bye——! Good-bye, my little
ones——!
[_She is rushing out by the hall; at the same moment_ HELMER
_flings his door open, and stands there with an open letter
in his hand._
HELMER.
Nora!
NORA.
[_Shrieks._] Ah——!
HELMER.
What is this? Do you know what is in this letter?
NORA.
Yes, I know. Let me go! Let me pass!
HELMER.
[_Holds her back._] Where do you want to go?
NORA.
[_Tries to break away from him._] You shall not save me, Torvald.
HELMER.
[_Falling back._] True! Is what he writes true? No, no, it is impossible
that this can be true.
NORA.
It is true. I have loved you beyond all else in the world.
HELMER.
Pshaw—no silly evasions!
NORA.
[_A step nearer him._] Torvald——!
HELMER.
Wretched woman—what have you done!
NORA.
Let me go—you shall not save me! You shall not take my guilt upon
yourself!
HELMER.
I don’t want any melodramatic airs. [_Locks the outer door._] Here you
shall stay and give an account of yourself. Do you understand what you
have done? Answer! Do you understand it?
NORA.
[_Looks at him fixedly, and says with a stiffening expression._] Yes;
now I begin fully to understand it.
HELMER.
[_Walking up and down._] Oh! what an awful awakening! During all these
eight years—she who was my pride and my joy—a hypocrite, a liar—worse,
worse—a criminal. Oh, the unfathomable hideousness of it all! Ugh! Ugh!
[NORA _says nothing, and continues to look fixedly at him._
HELMER.
I ought to have known how it would be. I ought to have foreseen it. All
your father’s want of principle—be silent!—all your father’s want of
principle you have inherited—no religion, no morality, no sense of duty.
How I am punished for screening him! I did it for your sake; and you
reward me like this.
NORA.
Yes—like this.
HELMER.
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