Tilbake

Peer Gynt

by Henrik Ibsen

Henrik Ibsen

ACT SECOND

SCENE FIRST

(A narrow path, high up in the mountains. Early morning. PEER GYNT comes hastily and sullenly along the path. INGRID, Still wearing some of her bridal ornaments, is trying to hold him back.)

PEER

Get you from me!

INGRID
(weeping).

After this, Peer?
Whither?

PEER

Where you will for me.

INGRID
(wringing her hands).

Oh, what falsehood!

PEER

Useless railing.
Each alone must go his way.

INGRID

Sin-and sin again unites us!

PEER

Devil take all recollections!
Devil take the tribe of women-
all but one-!

INGRID

Who is that one, pray?

PEER

'Tis not you.

INGRID

Who is it then?

PEER

Go! Go thither whence you came!
Off! To your father!

INGRID

Dearest, sweetest-

PEER

Peace!

INGRID

You cannot mean it, surely,
what you're saying?

PEER

Can and do.

INGRID

First to lure-and then forsake me!

PEER

And what terms have you to offer?

INGRID

Hegstad Farm, and more besides.

PEER

Is your psalm-book in your kerchief?
Where's the gold-mane on your shoulders?
Do you glance adown your apron?
Do you hold your mother's skirt-fold?
Speak!

INGRID

No, but-

PEER

Went you to the pastor
this last spring-tide?

INGRID

No, but Peer-

PEER

Is there shyness in your glances?
When I beg, can you deny?

INGRID

Heaven! I think his wits are going!

PEER

Does your presence sanctify?
Speak!

INGRID

No, but-

PEER

What's all the rest then?

(Going.)

INGRID
(blocking his way).

Know you it will cost your neck
should you fail me?

PEER

What do I care?

INGRID

You may win both wealth and honour
if you take me-

PEER

Can't afford.

INGRID

(bursting into tears).

Oh, you lured me-!

PEER

You were willing.

INGRID

I was desperate!

PEER

Frantic I.

INGRID
(threatening).

Dearly shall you pay for this!

PEER

Dearest payment cheap I'll reckon.

INGRID

Is your purpose set?

PEER

Like flint.

INGRID

Good! we'll see, then, who's the winner!

(Goes downwards.)

PEER
(stands silent a moment, then cries:)

Devil take all recollections!
Devil take the tribe of women!

INGRID

(turning her head, and calling mockingly upwards:)

All but one!

PEER

Yes, all but one.

(They go their several ways.)


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