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
To part—to part from you! No, Nora, no; I can’t grasp the thought.
NORA.
[_Going into room on the right._] The more reason for the thing to
happen.
[_She comes back with out-door things and a small
travelling-bag, which she places on a chair._
HELMER.
Nora, Nora, not now! Wait till to-morrow.
NORA.
[_Putting on cloak._] I can’t spend the night in a strange man’s house.
HELMER.
But can we not live here, as brother and sister——?
NORA.
[_Fastening her hat._] You know very well that wouldn’t last long.
[_Puts on the shawl._] Goodbye, Torvald. No, I won’t go to the children.
I know they are in better hands than mine. As I now am, I can be nothing
to them.
HELMER.
But some time, Nora—some time——?
NORA.
How can I tell? I have no idea what will become of me.
HELMER.
But you are my wife, now and always!
NORA.
Listen, Torvald—when a wife leaves her husband’s house, as I am doing, I
have heard that in the eyes of the law he is free from all duties
towards her. At any rate, I release you from all duties. You must not
feel yourself bound, any more than I shall. There must be perfect
freedom on both sides. There, I give you back your ring. Give me mine.
HELMER.
That too?
NORA.
That too.
HELMER.
Here it is.
NORA.
Very well. Now it is all over. I lay the keys here. The servants know
about everything in the house—better than I do. To-morrow, when I have
started, Christina will come to pack up the things I brought with me
from home. I will have them sent after me.
HELMER.
All over! all over! Nora, will you never think of me again?
NORA.
Oh, I shall often think of you, and the children, and this house.
HELMER.
May I write to you, Nora?
NORA.
No—never. You must not.
HELMER.
But I must send you——
NORA.
Nothing, nothing.
HELMER.
I must help you if you need it.
NORA.
No, I say. I take nothing from strangers.
HELMER.
Nora—can I never be more than a stranger to you?
NORA.
[_Taking her travelling-bag._] Oh, Torvald, then the miracle of miracles
would have to happen——
HELMER.
What is the miracle of miracles?
NORA.
Both of us would have to change so that——Oh, Torvald, I no longer
believe in miracles.
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