The collected works of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. 08 (of 11)Ibsen, Henrik
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The collected works of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. 08 (of 11)
Ibsen, Henrik
Ibsen, Henrik, 1828-1906 -- Translations into English; Norwegian drama -- Translations into English
GINA.
Nobody but the two sweethearts.
HIALMAR.
No new orders?
GINA.
No, not to-day.
HEDVIG.
There will be some to-morrow, father, you’ll see.
HIALMAR.
I hope there will; for to-morrow I am going to set to work in real
earnest.
HEDVIG.
To-morrow! Don’t you remember what day it is to-morrow?
HIALMAR.
Oh yes, by-the-bye——. Well, the day after, then. Henceforth I mean to do
everything myself; I shall take all the work into my own hands.
GINA.
Why, what can be the good of that, Ekdal? It’ll only make your life a
burden to you. I can manage the photography all right; and you can go on
working at your invention.
HEDVIG.
And think of the wild duck, father,—and all the hens and rabbits and——!
HIALMAR.
Don’t talk to me of all that trash! From to-morrow I will never set foot
in the garret again.
HEDVIG.
Oh but, father, you promised that we should have a little party——
HIALMAR.
H'm, true. Well then, from the day after tomorrow. I should almost like
to wring that cursëd wild duck’s neck!
HEDVIG.
[_Shrieks._] The wild duck!
GINA.
Well I never!
HEDVIG.
[_Shaking him._] Oh no, father; you know it’s _my_ wild duck!
HIALMAR.
That is why I don’t do it. I haven’t the heart to—for your sake, Hedvig.
But in my inmost soul I feel that I ought to do it. I ought not to
tolerate under my roof a creature that has been through _those_ hands.
GINA.
Why, good gracious, even if grandfather did get it from that poor
creature, Pettersen——
HIALMAR.
[_Wandering about._] There are certain claims—what shall I call
them?—let me say claims of the ideal—certain obligations, which a man
cannot disregard without injury to his soul.
HEDVIG.
[_Going after him._] But think of the wild duck,—the poor wild duck!
HIALMAR.
[_Stops._] I tell you I will spare it—for your sake. Not a hair of its
head shall be—I mean, it shall be spared. There are greater problems
than that to be dealt with. But you should go out a little now, Hedvig,
as usual; it is getting dusk enough for you now.
HEDVIG.
No? I don’t care about going out now.
HIALMAR.
Yes do; it seems to me your eyes are blinking a great deal; all these
vapours in here are bad for you. The air is heavy under this roof.
HEDVIG.
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