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
You too, of course; we are both saved, both of us. Look here—he sends
you back your promissory note. He writes that he regrets and apologises,
that a happy turn in his life——Oh, what matter what he writes. We are
saved, Nora! No one can harm you. Oh, Nora, Nora——; but first to get rid
of this hateful thing. I’ll just see—— [_Glances at the I.O.U._] No, I
will not look at it; the whole thing shall be nothing but a dream to me.
[_Tears the I.O.U. and both letters in pieces. Throws them into the fire
and watches them burn._] There! it’s gone!—He said that ever since
Christmas Eve——Oh, Nora, they must have been three terrible days for
you!
NORA.
I have fought a hard fight for the last three days.
HELMER.
And in your agony you saw no other outlet but——No; we won’t think of
that horror. We will only rejoice and repeat—it’s over, all over! Don’t
you hear, Nora? You don’t seem able to grasp it. Yes, it’s over. What is
this set look on your face? Oh, my poor Nora, I understand; you cannot
believe that I have forgiven you. But I have, Nora; I swear it. I have
forgiven everything. I know that what you did was all for love of me.
NORA.
That is true.
HELMER.
You loved me as a wife should love her husband. It was only the means
that, in your inexperience, you misjudged. But do you think I love you
the less because you cannot do without guidance? No, no. Only lean on
me; I will counsel you, and guide you. I should be no true man if this
very womanly helplessness did not make you doubly dear in my eyes. You
mustn’t dwell upon the hard things I said in my first moment of terror,
when the world seemed to be tumbling about my ears. I have forgiven you,
Nora—I swear I have forgiven you.
NORA.
I thank you for your forgiveness.
[_Goes out, to the right._
HELMER.
No, stay——! [_Looking through the doorway._] What are you going to do?
NORA.
[_Inside._] To take off my masquerade dress.
HELMER.
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