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The World's Greatest Books [Volumes 1-15, 17-20]
- Автор: Gutenberg
- Год: 1910
- Язык: английский
- Жанр: Культурология
Электронная книга - «The World's Greatest Books [Volumes 1-15, 17-20]». Краткое содержание книги:
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 01 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 02 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 03 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 04 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 05 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 06 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 07 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 08 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 09 — Lives and Letters от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 10 — Lives and Letters от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 11 — Ancient and Mediæval History от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 12 — Modern History от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 13 — Religion and Philosophy от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 14 — Philosophy and Economics от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 15 — Science от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 17 — Poetry and Drama от Неизвестный
The world's greatest books от Mee, Arthur, 1875-1943, joint editor & Hammerton, John Alexander, Sir, 1871-1949, joint editor & McClure, S. S. (Samuel Sidney), 1857-1949, joint editor
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 19 — Travel and Adventure от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 20 — Miscellaneous Literature and Index от Неизвестный
Hilda (when Ragnar has gone): That was horribly ugly—and hard and bad and cruel as well.
Solness: Oh, you don't understand my position, which I've paid so dear for. (Confidentially) Hilda, don't you agree with me that there exists special chosen people, who have the power of desiring, craving a thing, until at last it has to happen? And aren't there helpers and servers who must do their part too? But they never come of themselves. One has to call them very persistently, inwardly. So the fire happened conveniently for me; but the two little boys and Aline were sacrificed. She will never be the woman she longed to be.
Hilda: I believe you have a sickly conscience. I should like your conscience to be thoroughly robust.
Solness: Is yours robust?
Hilda: I think it is.
Solness: I think the Vikings had robust consciences. And the women they used to carry off had robust consciences, too. They often wouldn't leave their captors on any account.
Hilda: These women I can understand exceedingly well.
Solness: Could you come to love a man like that?
Hilda: One can't choose whom one's going to love.
Solness: Hilda, there's something of the bird of prey in you!
Hilda: And why not? Why shouldn't I go a-hunting as well as the rest? Tell me, Mr. Solness, have you never called me to you—inwardly, you know?
Solness (softly): I almost think I must have.
Hilda: What did you want with me?
Solness: You are the younger generation, Hilda.
Hilda: Which you fear so much——
Solness: Towards which, in my heart, I yearn so deeply.
[In the next scene Hilda compels Solness to write a few kind words on Ragnar's drawings, and send them to Brovik. He entrusts the portfolio to Kaia, and thereupon dismisses her and Ragnar from his service. Mrs. Solness re-enters.
Mrs. Solness: Are you really dismissing them, Halvard?
Solness: Yes.
Mrs. Solness: Her as well?
Solness: Wasn't that what you wished?
Mrs. Solness: But how can you get on without her——? Oh, no doubt you've someone else in reserve, Halvard.
Hilda (playfully): Well, I for one am not the person to stand at that desk.
Solness: Never mind, never mind. It'll be all right, Aline. Now for moving into our new home—as quickly as we can. This evening we'll hang up the wreath—right on the pinnacle of the tower. What do you say to that, Hilda?
Hilda (with sparkling eyes): It'll be splendid to see you up so high once more. Mrs. Solness: For heaven's sake, don't, Miss Wangel. My husband!—when he always gets so dizzy.
Hilda: He—dizzy? I've seen him with my own eyes at the top of a high church tower.
Mrs. Solness: Impossible!
Solness: True, all the same.
Mrs. Solness: You, who can't even go out on the second-floor balcony?
Solness: You will see something different this evening.
Mrs. Solness: You're ill, you're ill! I'll write at once to the doctor. Oh, God, Oh, God!
[She goes out.
Hilda: Don't tell me my master builder daren't, cannot climb as high as he builds. You promised me a kingdom, and then you went and—well! Don't tell me you can ever be dizzy!
Solness: This evening, then, we'll hang up the wreath, Princess Hilda.
Hilda (bitterly): Over your new home—yes.
Solness: Over the new house, which will never be a home for me.
Hilda (looks straight in front of her with a far-away expression, and whispers to herself. The only words audible are): Frightfully thrilling——
Act III
Scene.—A large, broad verandah attached to Solness's dwelling-house. A flight of steps leads down to the garden below. Far to the right, among the trees, is a glimpse of the new villa, with scaffolding round the tower. Evening sky, with sun-lit clouds.
Mrs. Solness: Have you been round the garden, Miss Wangel?
Hilda: Yes, and I've found heaps of flowers.
Mrs. Solness: Are there, really? You see, I seldom go there. I don't feel that it is mine any longer. They've parcelled it out and built houses for strangers, who can look in upon me from their windows.
Hilda: Mrs. Solness—may I stay here with you a little?
Mrs. Solness: Yes, by all means, if you care to; but I thought you wanted to go in to my husband—to help him?
Hilda: No, thanks. Besides, he's not in. He's with the men over there. He looked so fierce, I didn't dare to talk to him.
Mrs. Solness: He's so kind and gentle in reality.
Hilda: He———
Mrs. Solness: You don't really know him yet, Miss Wangel.
Hilda: Are you pleased about the new house?
Mrs. Solness: It's what Halvard wants. It's simply my duty to submit myself to him.
Hilda: That must be difficult, indeed, when one has gone through so much as you have—the loss of your two little boys———
Mrs. Solness: One must bow to Providence and be thankful, too.
[Dr. Herdal enters and goes in again with Mrs. Solness. She wishes to talk to him about her husband's mad scheme. As they go Solness enters.
Solness: Poor Aline! I suppose she was talking about the two little boys? (Hilda shudders) Poor Aline, she will never get over it.
Hilda: I am going away.
Solness: I won't allow you to. I wish you simply to be here, Hilda.
Hilda: Oh, thank you. You know it wouldn't end there. That's why I'm going. You have duties to her. Live for those duties.
Solness: Too late! Those powers—devils, if you will!—and the troll within me as well, have drawn the life-blood out of her. I'm chained alive to a dead woman!—(in wild anguish) I—I, who cannot live without joy in life.
Hilda: What will you build next?
Solness (shaking his head): Not much more.
Hilda (with an outburst): Oh, it seems all so foolish—not to be able to grasp your own happiness, merely because someone you know happens to stand in the way——
Solness: If only one had the Viking spirit in life——
Hilda: And the other thing? What was that?
Solness: A robust conscience.
Hilda (radiant): I know what you're going to build next.
Solness: What?
Hilda: The castle—my castle. Build it for me this moment. The ten years are up. Out with my castle, Mr. Solness! It shall stand on a very great height, so that I can see far—far around. We shall build—we two together—the very loveliest thing in all the world!
Solness: Hilda, tell me what it is.
Hilda: Builders are such very, very stupid people——
Solness: No doubt—but tell me what we two are to build together?
Hilda: Castles in the air! So easy to build (scornfully), especially for builders who have a—a dizzy conscience.
Solness: We shall build one—with a firm foundation. (Ragnar enters with the wreath) Have you brought the wreath, Ragnar? Then I suppose your father's better? Wasn't he cheered by what I wrote him?
Ragnar: It came too late—he was unconscious. He had had a stroke.
Solness: Go home to him. Give me the wreath.
Ragnar: You don't mean that you yourself—no—I'll stop.