DR. STOCKMANN. No back ways, Katrina! [_In a loud voice._] You shall hear from the enemy of the people, before he shakes the dust from his feet! I am not so forbearing as a certain person; I don’t say: I forgive you, for you know not what you do. ASLAKSEN. [_Shouts._] That is a blasphemous comparison, Dr. Stockmann! BILLING. Strike me——! This is more than a serious man can stand! A COARSE VOICE. And he threatens us into the bargain! ANGRY CRIES. Let’s smash his windows! Duck him in the fiord! A MAN. [_In the crowd._] Blow your horn, Evensen! Blow man, blow! [_Horn-blowing, whistling, and wild shouting. The_ DOCTOR, _with his family, goes towards the door._ HORSTER _clears the way for them._ ALL. [_Yelling after them as they go out._] Enemy of the people! Enemy of the people! Enemy of the people! BILLING. Strike me dead if I'd care to drink toddy at Stockmann’s to-night! [_The people throng towards the door; the shouting is taken up by others outside; from the street are heard cries of “Enemy of the people! Enemy of the people!”_ ----- Footnote 12: Literally, “unprovided-for.” ACT FIFTH. DR. STOCKMANN’S _Study. Bookshelves and glass cases with various collections along the walls. In the back, a door leading to the hall; in front, on the left, a door to the sitting-room. In the wall to the right are two windows, all the panes of which are smashed. In the middle of the room is the_ DOCTOR’S _writing-table, covered with books and papers. The room is in disorder. It is forenoon._ DR. STOCKMANN, _in dressing-gown, slippers, and skull-cap, is bending down and raking with an umbrella under one of the cabinets; at last he rakes out a stone._ DR. STOCKMANN. [_Speaking through the sitting-room doorway._] Katrina, I've found another! MRS. STOCKMANN. [_In the sitting-room._] Oh, I'm sure you’ll find plenty more. DR. STOCKMANN. [_Placing the stone on a pile of others on the table._] I shall keep these stones as sacred relics. Eilif and Morten shall see them every day, and when I die they shall be heirlooms. [_Raking under the bookcase._] Hasn’t—what the devil is her name?—the girl—hasn’t she been for the glazier yet? MRS. STOCKMANN. [_Coming in._] Yes, but he said he didn’t know whether he would be able to come to-day. DR. STOCKMANN. I believe, if the truth were told, he daren’t come. MRS. STOCKMANN.