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
He’s drunk! Turn him out!
[_The drunken man is turned out._
DR. STOCKMANN.
Can I speak?
ASLAKSEN.
[_Ringing the bell._] Dr. Stockmann will address the meeting.
DR. STOCKMANN.
A few days ago, I should have liked to see any one venture upon such an
attempt to gag me as has been made here to-night! I would have fought
like a lion for my sacred rights! But now I care little enough; for now
I have more important things to speak of.
[_The people crowd closer round him._ MORTEN KIIL _comes in
sight among the bystanders._
DR. STOCKMANN.
[_Continuing._] I have been pondering a great many things during these
last days—thinking such a multitude of thoughts, that at last my head
was positively in a whirl——
BURGOMASTER.
[_Coughing._] H'm——!
DR. STOCKMANN.
But presently things seemed to straighten themselves out, and I saw them
clearly in all their bearings. That is why I stand here this evening. I
am about to make great revelations, my fellow citizens! I am going to
announce to you a far-reaching discovery, beside which the trifling fact
that our water-works are poisoned, and that our health-resort is built
on pestilential ground, sinks into insignificance.
MANY VOICES.
[_Shouting._] Don’t speak about the Baths! We won’t listen to that! No
more of that!
DR. STOCKMANN.
I have said I would speak of the great discovery I have made within the
last few days—the discovery that all our sources of spiritual life are
poisoned, and that our whole society rests upon a pestilential basis of
falsehood.
SEVERAL VOICES.
[_In astonishment and half aloud._] What’s he saying?
BURGOMASTER.
Such an insinuation——!
ASLAKSEN.
[_With his hand on the bell._] I must call upon the speaker to moderate
his expressions.
DR. STOCKMANN.
I have loved my native town as dearly as any man can love the home of
his childhood. I was young when I left our town, and distance,
home-sickness and memory threw, as it were, a glamour over the place and
its people.
[_Some applause and cries of approval._
DR. STOCKMANN.
Then for years I was imprisoned in a horrible hole, far away in the
north. As I went about among the people scattered here and there over
the stony wilderness, it seemed to me, many a time, that it would have
been better for these poor famishing creatures to have had a
cattle-doctor to attend them, instead of a man like me.
[_Murmurs in the room._
BILLING.
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