Dramatic Works

DRAMATIC POEM IN THREE ACTS

PERSONS

Mrs. Halm, widow of a civil servant. Zwaanhilde, her daughter. Anna, her daughter. Valk, a young writer, and Lind, a theology student, lodgers of Mrs. Halm. Goudstad, wholesale merchant. Stuiver, clerk. Miss Ekster, his fiancée. Strooman, village pastor. Mrs. Strooman, his wife. Students, guests, family and engaged couples. The pastor's eight little girls. Four aunts, a housekeeper, an attendant, maids.

:::stage The play takes place at Mrs. Halm's villa on the Drammensvei near Kristiania. :::

:::stage A beautiful garden, irregular but tastefully laid out. In the background one sees the fjord with its islands. To the left of the spectator, the main building with a veranda and above it an open attic window. To the right in the foreground, an open arbor with table and benches. The landscape lies in strong evening light. It is early summer; the fruit trees are in bloom. :::

:::stage At the rising of the curtain, Mrs. Halm, Anna, and Miss Ekster are sitting on the veranda, the first two with needlework, the latter with a book. In the arbor, one sees Valk, Lind, Goudstad, and Stuiver; on the table is a punch bowl with glasses. Zwaanhilde sits alone in the background by the water. :::

:::stage (stands with raised glass and sings) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" For joy and pleasure you were given, In quiet garden, sun-bright day; Forget that autumn often cannot give What spring promised with a lovely laugh. Blossoming branches full of sweet scents Spread arching over you... So let tonight the storm tear them apart, Scatter their spoils along fields and roads.

Why ask for ripe fruit When all the trees are in bloom? Why grieve, why sigh, Toiling and slaving through life? Why in the field on tall poles Scarecrows with coat and hat? Brothers, we want the birds' songs To sound sweetly in our ears.

Why drive the birds away From your richly blooming cherry orchard! Let them steal for a few days... Birds are doubly worth their singing pay. Truly in the end you still gain by the exchange, Get sweet songs for late fruit... Time passes quickly, and remember How soon summer flees again.

I want to live, enjoy and sing, Until the last hedge is leafless; Not like a child will I demand more, Then clear away the remains at your leisure. Open the gate; let the cattle graze greedily As they desire, content and quiet; I plucked the flowers... what can it matter to me Who wants the dead remains! :::

:::stage (to the ladies) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" See, that was the song you asked for;... Be a bit indulgent... it's nothing much. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Oh, what does that matter, as long as the song sounds good! :::

:::stage (looks around) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" But Zwaanhilde, who insisted so much on it? When Valk began, she immediately fled; Now she is gone. :::

:::stage (points to the background) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANNA" No, she is sitting over there. :::

:::stage (sighing) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Oh dear, that child! Who will ever teach her manners! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" But tell me, sir, your song seemed to me at the end Much less rich in... yes... in poetry, Than in the rest it is to be found. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Yes, and it would have been easy enough To add a bit more at the end. :::

:::stage (clinks glasses with him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" You just spread it on, like glue between the cracks, Until it sticks and the wood looks marbled. :::

:::stage (imperturbably) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Yes, that works fine; I still remember it well; I did it like that too... :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" What? Have you also written poetry? :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" My friend? Oh yes! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Oh, it was nothing. :::

:::stage (to the ladies) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" He is romantic at heart. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Yes, he is. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Oh, not anymore; that was long ago. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Varnish and romance wear off in time. But earlier then...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Yes, it was at that time, When I was in love. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Was? Is that over already? I didn't think your intoxication of love was out yet! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Now I am officially engaged, That is surely better than being in love, I think. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Quite right, my dear friend, I think so too! Having thus been promoted, the hardest part was overcome; Promotion from lover to beloved. :::

:::stage (with a complacent smile of recollection) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" It's strange nonetheless! I almost begin to doubt Whether my memory deceives me. (Turning to Valk) Now seven years ago,... it's the truth! I secretly wrote verses at the office. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" You wrote verses... where? :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Well, at the desk. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Silentium! The clerk now has the floor! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Especially in the evenings, when I had time off, Then I wrote whole series of verses, Sometimes as long as... yes, two or three sheets full. That went smoothly! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" You just gave your Muse a kick, Then she trotted along... :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Whether the paper was stamped Or not, she didn't care at all. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" So the versifying flowed just as easily? But tell me, how did you enter the temple? :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" With the crowbar of love, my dear friend! In other words, it was Miss Ekster, Who a while later became my fiancée; For at that time she was... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Only your flame. :::

:::stage (continuing) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" That was a strange time; I forgot my studies; I did not mend my pen, no, I had to tune it, And when it sometimes caught on the paper, It sounded like a melody of what I wrote;... At last I dispatched a letter To her... to her... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Whose beloved you then became. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" That same day she sent me the reply; She accepted my proposal... the matter was settled! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" And you, you felt like a hero at the office; Now you had safely secured your love! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Naturally, yes. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" And did you ever write poetry again? :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" No, I never felt the urge again; It was as if my poetic fire was suddenly extinguished; And if I once try now To compose a New Year's verse or something like that, I can't manage it with rhyme or rhythm, And,... I don't understand what's missing,... But it becomes office-style work, not poetry. :::

:::stage (clinks glasses with him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" And you are none the worse for that! (To Valk) You probably think that in the boat of happiness Only a seat is reserved for you; But be careful when you venture the trip. As for your verse, I don't know Whether it is poetic in every respect, But however you twist or turn the words, Your moral is not right, I tell you. How would you call such an administration, That lets birds freely peck the green fruit Before it could become ripe fruit? That lets cows and calves graze freely in the grass, So that everything is bare when haymaking comes? Well, it would look nice here next year! :::

:::stage (stands up) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Oh, next, next! The sense That lies in that feeble word "next" is disgusting; It makes the happiest person suddenly poor! If I were but for an hour the fairy-tale sultan Who freely disposes of life and death, That word would soon be condemned to death, Like double o and e in new spelling rules. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" What have you got against the word of hope? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" That it darkens God's beautiful world. "The next love", "the next woman", "The next meal" and "the next life",... See, that caution, which lies in it, Is what impoverishes the child of joy. As far as you can see, the whole world becomes ugly, It kills the highest pleasure of the moment; You have no peace until you have steered the boat With toiling worry to the "next" shore; And once you are there... may you rest then? No; you must go on to a "next" island. Thus it continues... on and on, through life... God knows if a resting place is given yonder. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Fie, Mr. Valk, how can you speak like that! :::

:::stage (thoughtfully) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANNA" Oh, I understand everything he says very well; There must, I think, be some truth in it. :::

:::stage (anxiously) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Ah, my intended must not hear that, He is eccentric enough... Listen, my dear, Come here for a moment! :::

:::stage (busy cleaning his pipe) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" I'll come right away. :::

:::stage (to Valk) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Yes, one thing is clear to me at least: You could hold caution in higher esteem; Suppose the case that you Went poetry-writing today and used All you have in stock of poetry, The whole precious store... and you saw That nothing was left of it, when you The next morning wanted to go composing "next"... Then Mrs. Criticism would soon catch you. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" I strongly doubt whether she would notice the bankruptcy; Then Mrs. Criticism and I would Amicably stroll on arm in arm together. (Breaking off, with changed voice) But tell me, Lind, what is actually the matter with you? You sit there all the time so gloomy; Or are you perhaps studying the construction of the house? :::

:::stage (composing himself) :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Me? How do you get that idea? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Indeed; You don't take your eyes off the balcony. Is it the wide arches of the veranda That you contemplate with such deep earnestness, Or perhaps the intricate carving of the door, Or of the window shutters, tell me what it is? For something must be attracting your thoughts. :::

:::stage (with a radiant face) :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" No, you are mistaken; I just sit here and live. Intoxicated by the present, I desire nothing more. I feel as if at my feet I saw the treasures of the whole world spread out. Thank you for your song of joyful spring life. It was as if taken from my own soul! (Raises his glass and exchanges a glance with Anna, unnoticed by the others.) Hail to the bloom, which spreads sweet scents Not thinking of the fruit to come! (Empties his glass.)

VALK (looks at him, surprised and moved, but forces a light tone).

Listen, dear ladies, that is something new! Here I unexpectedly made a proselyte. Yesterday he still walked around with the hymn book, Today he boldly beats the poet's drum... They say a poet is born; But sometimes one can fatten a prose writer As mercilessly as a poor goose, With rhyming trifles and metrical botching, So that everything in him, liver, soul and crop, Is stuffed with lyrical fat and crumbs Of rhetoric, when he is disemboweled. (To Lind) My thanks meanwhile for your friendly word; Henceforth we shall pluck the lyre together. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Oh yes, you work a lot now, sir? The peace here among blossoming trees, Where you can wander undisturbed and lonely... :::

:::stage (smiling) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" No, he is lazy, it's a real shame. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" I thought that as a guest of Mrs. Halm You would become very busy composing. (Points to the right.) This small arbor, so hidden behind the foliage, Seems to me as if made for a poet; There, I think, inspiration must come... :::

:::stage (goes to the veranda and leans his arms on the balustrade) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Cover my eyes with the veil of blindness, Then I will sing of the bright sky. Provide me for the time of one month With a sorrow, a deep, gigantic grief, And I will sing rejoicingly of life's joy. Or rather, just provide me with a woman Who is my light, my sun, my God. I have begged Our Dear Lord for that, But He remained deaf, or pretends to be, alas. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Fie, how profane you are! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Yes, that is terrible! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Oh, don't think it is my intention To walk arm in arm with her in public; No, from the wildest jubilant intoxication She would suddenly have to return to eternity. What spiritual gymnastics I need; Perhaps I would get my share that way.

ZWAANHILDE (has come closer; she now stands close to Valk and says with a jesting expression, but firmly)

Good, I will pray for such a fate for you: But when it comes,... bear it like a man. :::

:::stage (has turned around in surprise) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Oh, Miss Zwaanhilde!... Yes, I will arm myself. But do you also think that I can trust In your prayer as something of great power? For alas, heaven does not let itself be prayed into granting. I know that your will is sufficient for two To rob me of my peace of mind; But whether your faith is sufficient for that, See, that is the question. :::

:::stage (half in earnest, half jesting) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Wait until the sorrow comes Devastating life's bright, green summer,... Wait until it gnaws and stings day and night, Then you will know the power of my faith. (She goes to the ladies.) :::

:::stage (in a low tone) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Oh, that you can never keep peace together! Now you have seriously made Valk angry. (Continues speaking softly and admonishingly. Miss Ekster joins the conversation. Zwaanhilde stands there cold and silent.)

VALK (after a short pensive silence, goes to the arbor and says to himself).

There was certainty shining from her eyes. If only I could believe as she does, so firmly, That heaven would... :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" No, God forbid! It would be, with respect, far too foolish If such orders were carried out. No, you know what you definitely need Is gymnastics for arms, legs, body; Don't lie here staring at the green foliage The whole livelong day, rather chop wood. And it would have to be damned unlucky, If within a fortnight you were not Freed from all those foolish poet's whims. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" I stand like the donkey between heavy choices; To the left flesh beckons me, to the right spirit; What would be the wisest choice here? :::

:::stage (while pouring) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" First a glass of punch, that drives away thirst and worry. :::

:::stage (looks at her watch) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" But it is almost eight o'clock; I think now We will soon see the pastor. (Stands up and tidies up a bit on the veranda.) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" What? A pastor here? :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Yes, why not? :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" I told you recently... :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANNA" No, Mother, Mr. Valk was not there. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Yes, that is true. But don't look so sour, For his company is doubly worth it. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Oh come, who is he then, this so-desired one? :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Well, good Lord, his name is Strooman. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Indeed; I have heard that name before; And also seen that he is now active As a member of parliament, in the field of politics. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Yes, he speaks well. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" But too bad he is hoarse. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" He is coming here with his wife and... :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" With his children... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" To give them a bit of fun in advance... Because afterwards he will have his hands full of work. With Swedish issues and many other matters. Yes, I understand that. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" That is a man, sir! :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Yes, in his youth he was quite a rogue. :::

:::stage (offended) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Not at all, sir! For even when I was little I always heard with great reverence-- And from people one can believe-- About the pastor and his romance. :::

:::stage (laughing) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Romance? :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Yes. I call something romantic That ordinary people cannot appreciate. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Oh, my curiosity is highly aroused. :::

:::stage (continuing) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" But oh, there are naturally always people Who let themselves be provoked by the touching Into mockery! It is well enough known, That someone here, he was still a student, Was so incredibly pedantic, so terribly rude, As to even criticize "William Russell." :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" But is that pastor then a poem, A Christian drama or something perhaps? :::

:::stage (moved to silent tears) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" No, Valk,... a person, but with a deep soul. But when such a thing, which has no life, Already stirs so much wickedness and base passion And knows how to unleash fierce and violent emotions, So deeply and bitterly... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" And so terribly long... :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Then you with your sharp eye will also Understand that... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes, I understand that perfectly. But what has not yet become clear to me Is, what that romance consists of, I suspect it is very moving; But is it not possible, in brief... :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" I will try to summarize the main points From the facts. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" No, I know more about it, I can tell it... :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Yes, I can too! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Oh no, ma'am, I have already started well. You see, sir,... he was regarded as a candidate For one of the sharpest minds in the city, Knew about criticism and also about new fashions... :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" And also performed plays indoors. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Wait! And painted,... and made music... :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" And do you remember how beautifully he could tell stories! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Let me have the floor; I know everything about it. He wrote and composed music himself To something that... was published by a publisher; It was called: "A Wreath of Sonnets to Her." How deeply he sang it to the guitar! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Yes, that is certain, he was a genius! :::

:::stage (in a low tone) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Hm, others simply called him a fool. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" A wise man, old and practical, who did not derive What he knew from musty parchments, Once said, love could make Petrarchs Just as cattle and laziness make patriarchs. But who was "she"? :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" That was his greatly beloved, Now long his wife, whom you will come to know. She was a daughter of a firm that... :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Dealt in timber. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Yes, sir will know that. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" For it did business with Holland. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Oh, those are trivial matters. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" A firm that...? :::

:::stage (continuing) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Was very rich, true Nabobs. You can understand that she was much sought after; The most prominent men courted her. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" And there was even a chamberlain among them. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" But she fought bravely for her woman's right. She had seen Strooman on the stage; To see him and to love him were one... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" And all the suitors could leave! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Yes, imagine, isn't that truly romantic! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" And add to that a cruel old father Who would do nothing but break hearts; And there was also a guardian, I believe, To make the bitter suffering even bitterer; But she remained true to him and he to her; They dreamed of a little hut on the heath, A snow-white lamb that would feed them both... :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Yes, at most a little cow, small and spotted... :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" In short, as they have often told me: A hut, a cool brook, each other's hearts! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Ah yes! And then...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" She broke with her family. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" For good...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Yes, she did. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" See, that was bold. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" And then moved to Strooman's little room. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Moved in with him! So without... first marrying? :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Oh fie! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Shame on you! My husband himself witnessed The young couple's...! :::

:::stage (to Miss Ekster) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Yes, omitting facts Arouses doubt and confuses the story; In reports, it comes down to Organizing, chronologically and correctly. But I have never been able to understand properly, How they lived there... :::

:::stage (continuing) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" For one may assume That cow and sheep did not also live in the attic. :::

:::stage (to Stuiver) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Oh, you must consider one thing, my dear, One needs nothing where love dwells; Two tender hearts live on almost nothing. (To Valk) He loved her with string music and song To which she responded with piano playing. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" And then, of course, they lived on credit... :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" For a year, until the firm went bankrupt. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" But then Strooman got a call to the North. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" And in a letter, which I later saw, he swore To live only for her and for his duty. :::

:::stage (supplementing) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" And with that his romance was ended. :::

:::stage (stands up) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Come, let us now go and look in the garden; It could be that he is on his way. :::

:::stage (puts on her shawl) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" It is getting cool. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Oh, Zwaanhild, fetch me My woolen shawl. :::

:::stage (unnoticed to Anna) :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Go on ahead! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Are you coming too?

(Zwaanhilde goes into the house; the others, except Valk, go to the background or exit left. Lind, who had gone along, stops and comes back.) :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" My friend! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Likewise! :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Give me your hand! I am so happy;... it's as if my heart would burst, If I don't tell someone... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" But take it easy; First you are heard, then convicted, then hanged. What kind of behavior is this? You hide From me, your friend, the treasure you have found;... Confess it, my suspicion is well-founded: You drew a prize in life's lottery! :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Yes, I laid hands on a beautiful bird! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Really? Alive,... undamaged by the net? :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Just be patient; now it will soon be said: I am engaged!... :::

:::stage (quickly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Engaged, you say? :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Yes! Today,... how I dared, I don't know myself! I said... well, I can't tell that; But you know... she, that beautiful young girl, Blushed like a rose,... and was not at all angry! Say, can you understand it, Valk, how I dared! She listened and... cried, I even think; That is a good sign, isn't it? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Certainly. :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" And so, isn't she now my fiancée? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" I suppose so; but if you want to know Perfectly for sure, then ask Miss Ekster. :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Oh no, I know it for certain, my feeling Does not deceive me, I am calm, without fear. :::

:::stage (Radiant and mysterious). :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Say, I was even allowed to press her little hand When she took the coffee cups from the table! :::

:::stage (raises his glass and empties it) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Now, may spring blossoms adorn your union! :::

:::stage (does likewise) :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" And I want here loudly and solemnly to swear That I will love her until my death, As warmly as now... for oh, she is so sweet! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Engaged! So that's why your thoughts Were with neither Moses nor the prophets today. :::

:::stage (laughing) :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" And you, who thought that your song had done that!... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Ah yes, poets easily believe that. :::

:::stage (seriously) :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" You must not think that because of happiness I have already shaken off the theologian. The only difference is that I do not use the Bible As Jacob's ladder to my God. Now I must seek Him in life itself; I already feel more goodness in my heart, I love the blade of grass, the worm at my foot; They, too, must have their share of happiness. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" But tell me... :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" I have now said everything, My sweet secret remains sacred to us three. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes, but I mean, have you thought ahead? :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Thought? Ahead? Me? No, for the moment I live entirely in spring-joyful delight. I fix my eye on our happiness close at hand: There we hold the reins of fate. Neither you, nor Goudstad,... nor even Mrs. Halm Can say to my fresh flower: "Wilt!" For I have willpower, radiance shines from her eyes. And therefore she must and shall rise upward! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Well said; whoever thinks like that will force happiness! :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Wildly seething, my courage for life boils in me. Oh, I feel so strong! If there were an abyss Before me... however yawning... I would dare a leap! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Which in plain prose means: Your love almost makes you a reindeer. :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Well... if I join the wild reindeer herd, Then I know where my longing draws me! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" You can show that tomorrow already. You must go into the mountains with the quartet? But I bet you won't need a fur coat... :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" The quartet! Well, let it climb without me. I breathe mountain air now in the deep valley; Here I have flowers and the wide fjord, Here I have rustling leaves, bird songs, And my fairy of happiness... she is here! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Oh, a fairy of happiness here in these parts, Hold on to her!... They are only too rare. (With a glance at the house.) Shh,... Zwaanhild... :::

:::stage (presses his hand) :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Good; I'm going,... let no one know What must remain between you and me and her. Thank you for listening to my secret. Bury it in your heart, keep it safe there... :::

:::stage (exits to the background to the others). :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" (Valk looks after him for a moment and walks up and down the garden a few times, visibly struggling with his emotions. Shortly after, Zwaanhilde comes out of the house with a shawl over her arm; she is about to go to the background; Valk approaches her and looks at her intently. Zwaanhilde stops.) :::

:::stage (after a short pause) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" You look at me so strangely...? :::

:::stage (half to himself) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes, there is the feature, Deep in those eyes glides a fleeting shadow, Which lurks around the mouth full of mockery. It is there. :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" What? You almost frighten me. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Your name is Zwaanhilde? :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Yes, you know that. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" But do you know that name is ridiculous? Do me the favor... throw it overboard! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Oh, that would be arbitrary, improper... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Hm, "Zwaanhild"... "Zwaanhild"... (suddenly serious). Why did you get Such a memento mori even when you were little? :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Does it sound ugly then? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" No, beautiful as a poem, But far too grand, too severe for our times. How can a girl of our days now Understand what the name Zwaanhilde implies? No, throw it away, like an outgrown garment. :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" You are surely thinking of the legendary king's child? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Who was innocently trampled by horses. :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" But our law no longer allows such a thing. No, high in the saddle! In my quiet dreams I rode, carried on a fiery steed, Often far away, into the world with courage, Its mane waving around me like a flag of freedom! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" That's an old song. In those "quiet dreams" None of us knows boundary or limit, Then no one fears using the spurs;... When it comes to deeds, we stay sweetly down here; For everyone dearly loves life, And no one wants to risk a leap to death. :::

:::stage (animatedly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Yes, show me the goal, and I'll dare the leap. But then the goal must be worth the leap to death. A California after sandy deserts,... If not, it's better to stay home. :::

:::stage (mockingly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Oh yes, "the times" are surely to blame for that. :::

:::stage (warmly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Yes, exactly, that's it! Why, when it's calm, Launch the boat and hoist the sails? :::

:::stage (ironically) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes, why wear out whip or sharp spurs, When he who has the courage to go out into the world And ride high in the saddle, boldly forging ahead, Is not rewarded with a golden prize? Such a journey, without purpose, is for the nobility, But our time laughs at what is noble; That's what I wanted to say, isn't it? :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Yes, that is true; Look at that pear tree standing there,... How withered and blossomless it is this year. Last year, you should have seen it, The whole tree bent under its burden of fruit. :::

:::stage (a bit uncertain) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" I believe it gladly; but what am I to learn from that? :::

:::stage (archly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Oh, among other things, that for a Zacharias Of our time, it is too much to expect to harvest pears Where last year the tree bore too many flowers and fruits. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" I knew it. You would find the trail again In old romantic histories. :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Yes, our virtue is of a different kind. Who still rises and fights for truth, Who risks his skin and his personality? Where does one find heroes? :::

:::stage (looks sharply at her) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" And where are the Valkyries? :::

:::stage (shakes head) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Valkyries are not needed in this country! When the faith was recently threatened in Syria, Did you then go there as a defender? No, on paper you took the matter to heart. And for the good cause you sent some money.

(Pause. Valk seems to want to answer, but restrains himself and goes into the garden). :::

:::stage (looks at him for a moment, then approaches and asks softly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Valk, are you angry? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" No, I'm pondering;... And nothing else. :::

:::stage (pensively and sympathetically) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" You have two characters... Completely different... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes, I know that. :::

:::stage (passionately) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" But why? :::

:::stage (exploding) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Because I cannot bear To display my naked soul to everyone... like the profane masses, Who parade their love on the street... Like young women with their bare arms! You were the only one,... you, Swanhild, you... That I thought... but that too is over now... :::

:::stage (turns to her as she goes to the arbor and looks out). :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" You're listening... :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" To another voice, which in the evening... Hush! Do you hear?... speaks as the sun goes down. A little bird, look, hides there In the foliage,... there it comes out again... And do you know what I firmly believe? She who Was given no poet's soul, no singing voice, Was given by God a little bird as a friend... Created only for her and her garden. :::

:::stage (picks up a stone from the ground) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Then man and animal must meet, Lest his song be lost to a stranger. :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Yes, that is true; but I have found mine. I was not given the gift of speech nor a singing voice; There my little bird warbles in its green retreat, There I feel songs descending into my soul... Well yes... they do not stay... they fly away... :::

:::stage (Valk angrily throws the stone; Swanhild utters a cry). :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Oh God! You hit him! How could you do it! :::

:::stage (runs to the right and returns immediately). :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Oh that was bad, very bad! :::

:::stage (passionately excited) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" No... eye for eye And tooth for tooth, Swanhild, that was all! Now you will get no more greetings from on high, No more gifts from the land of songs. That is my revenge now for what you did! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" What I did? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes, you! Until this moment A bold and strong bird sang in my breast. Now the death knell can toll for both of them,... You killed him! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" I? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes, when you defeated My faith, so young, so joyful and triumphant...! (contemptuously). When you got engaged! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" What do you mean? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Oh yes, that's certainly a very nice affair; He takes exams, will soon be called,... He wants to go to America... :::

:::stage (in the same tone) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" And still has a nice little sum coming;... For you must mean Lind, of course? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" That You would know... :::

:::stage (with suppressed laughter) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Yes, as a bride's sister, That comes in handy... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" God! Is it not you then...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Who reaped Such immense happiness? Oh no, alas! :::

:::stage (almost childishly happy) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" It is not you! Oh now praise be to God! Oh, Our Lord is good and merciful! I will not see you arm in arm with another... He only wanted to light the lamp of sorrow... :::

:::stage (wants to take her hand). :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Oh Swanhild, listen, hear... :::

:::stage (points quickly to the background) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Look there!

(She goes to the house. At that moment, Mrs. Halm, Anna, Miss Ekster, Goudstad, Stuiver, and Lind approach from the background. During the preceding, the sun has set; the landscape lies in twilight). :::

:::stage (to Swanhild) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" The pastor will be here soon now. Where were you? :::

:::stage (with a glance at Valk) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" You look dumbfounded. :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" I have a headache; it will pass. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" And you walk around here with your head uncovered? Now put on the tea and tidy the room; It must be perfect; I know the lady. :::

:::stage (Swanhild goes into the house). :::

:::stage (to Valk) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Do you know what Strooman wants in the House? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" I don't think he'll vote for the increase. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" But if he were given a gentle hint That I keep verses hidden in my writing case? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Maybe that would help. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Oh if only it were true... because really It's urgent, now that it comes to marriage. The cares of love are not easily counted! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Serves you right: why get into such a hornet's nest! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" So you call love that? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" No, but marriage, With bonds, loss of freedom, and slave life. :::

:::stage (seeing that Miss Ekster approaches) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" You don't know what a wonderful capital Lies in a woman's word and in her spirit. :::

:::stage (softly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Do you think Goudstad will give an advance? :::

:::stage (grumpily) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" I'm not sure yet; I'll try. :::

:::stage (muffled to Valk as he approaches with Anna) :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" I can't stand it any longer; I must now Tell everyone at once... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Instead of keeping quiet, And not telling the uninitiated What only concerns you... :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" That's fine talk!... For you, my friend, also a guest in this house, I should hide my young happiness! No, now that my head is ablaze with joy... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Now you want to get yourself angry too? Yes, good dear friend, if that is your opinion, Then go ahead and tell your engagement! :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" That's what I thought, for more than one reason, And one of them seems to me of some weight; Suppose that among us there might be A silent admirer, creeping around her; Suppose he suddenly came with marriage plans And proposed for her hand... how embarrassing that would be...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" You're right; yes, I forgot entirely That you feel destined for something higher. From the free priest of love that you are now, Sooner or later you must be promoted; But it is even against all forms To present yourself now as a high-priest. :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Yes, you see, if not Goudstad... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" What about him? :::

:::stage (embarrassed) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANNA" Oh, that's something Lind has put into his head. :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Don't say that; I feel he steps between My new happiness and me, wherever he can. That fellow comes here daily, after all, Is rich and single, always around; In short, my dearest, there is still so much That can only bode ill for us. :::

:::stage (with a sigh) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANNA" Oh what a pity, it was so beautiful today! :::

:::stage (sympathetically to Lind) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Don't let happiness slip away through gloomy whims, Wait a bit... don't expose yourself needlessly. :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANNA" Oh! Miss Ekster is looking at us; say no more! :::

:::stage (She and Lind exit, each to a different side) :::

:::stage (looks after Lind) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" There he goes and kills his own youth.

GOUDSTAD (who has been standing by the steps in conversation with Mrs. Halm and Miss Ekster, now approaches and taps him on the shoulder).

Well, are you standing here brooding over a song? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" No, over a drama. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Oh? Well, that's even better!... I didn't think you were into that too. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" No, this is actually for someone else, A friend of mine, yes, of both of us;... A writer of particular skill, For between noon and evening He has already finished a whole idyll. :::

:::stage (craftily) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" With a happy ending, right? ## You know well that the curtain only falls when they get each other. But that is only one of his three pieces: Next come the writer's woes, As number two, the farce of the engagement, Treated through five acts. And from this he spins new material For the marriage drama, which is the third

::: :::stage (smiling) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" The writing urge seems contagious. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Oh? How so? :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" I mean only insofar As I too am walking around brooding over a poem,... :::

:::stage (mysteriously). :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" But very realistic and extremely practical. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Who is the hero, if I may ask? :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" I'll tell you tomorrow, but not before. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Then it's you yourself! :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Do you think I'd be suitable for that? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" A better hero truly could not be found. But the heroine then? She surely lives in the country, In the open air, not in a stuffy city? :::

:::stage (wags a finger) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" There's the rub... I must not reveal that!... :::

:::stage (changes tone). :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Tell me, what do you think of Miss Halm? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Oh, you must certainly know her much better; My judgment can mean neither ill nor good... :::

:::stage (smiling). :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" But be careful that it doesn't go wrong With that poem you told me about. Suppose I abuse your trust And ruin the outcome and the plot. :::

:::stage (amiably) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Well then, I would just say amen to that. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Do you mean that? :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" You are a man of the profession, after all; And it would be absurd to spurn your help By someone who, like me, is only a dilettante (goes to the background). :::

:::stage (to Lind as he passes) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" You were right; that rich man is walking around With murderous plans against your happiness, hear? (withdraws). :::

:::stage (softly to Anna) :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Now you see, I wasn't afraid for nothing; We really must speak to your mother at once.

(They go to Mrs. Halm, who is standing with Miss Ekster by the house). :::

:::stage (talking with Stuiver) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" What a wonderfully beautiful evening. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Oh certainly, yes, If only there's the right mood... :::

:::stage (jokingly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Something wrong With your love, perhaps? :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Not exactly with that... :::

:::stage (who has joined them) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" But with the engagement? :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Maybe it is that. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Hurray, then you are not entirely devoid Of any spark of poetry, fortunately. :::

:::stage (offended) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" I don't understand what my engagement Or myself have to do with poetry. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" You shouldn't understand that either; if love Knows its own nature, then it must die. :::

:::stage (to Stuiver) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" But if there is something I can help you with, Then just say so. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Yes, all day I have been Thinking how I could tell you the matter, But I couldn't come to a good decision. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" I'll help you and make it short: Since you were promoted to an "intended," You feel oppressed and more and more oppressed... :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Yes, that was sometimes quite bad... :::

:::stage (continuing) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" And actually went bowed down under obligations That drove you to hell, if you could; That's the matter. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" What kind of fabrications are those! I have extended, as an honest man. (to Goudstad). But it gets worse every month. And one does take a wife when one marries... :::

:::stage (cheerfully) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Now the sky of your youth is bright again, This was an echo from your poet days! That's how it should be; I understood it at once; You needed a pair of wings and a pair of scissors! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Scissors? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" A will-scissors, yes, to cut all bonds Loose again, so you could fly out Again free and bold... :::

:::stage (angry) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" No, that's going too far! That I am accused of such a crime Against authority, that I would just sneak away? Such a thing is a stain on my honor And slanderous talk! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Man, are you crazy? What do you want to say then? Speak... speak! :::

:::stage (laughing to Stuiver) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Yes, try to think the matter through clearly. What did you want then? :::

:::stage (calms down again) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" A loan from the savings bank. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" A loan! :::

:::stage (quickly to Goudstad) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" I mean an endorsement For about a hundred thalers or so. :::

:::stage (who has been standing with Mrs. Halm, Lind, and Anna) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" How nice! Oh! Well, good luck, children! :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" What's this? (goes to the ladies). :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" That came at an inconvenient time. :::

:::stage (throws his arms around his neck exuberantly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Hurray, fanfares proclaim loudly That Amor has brought you a little brother. :::

:::stage (pulls him along to the others). :::

:::stage (overwhelmed to the gentlemen) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Oh, Lind and Anna,... Lind has got her! They are engaged! :::

:::stage (with tears of emotion, while the couple is congratulated) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" That's the eighth, Who leaves this house well cared for and happy;... (turning to Valk). Seven nieces... all with guests... (her emotion overcomes her; she holds her handkerchief to her eyes). :::

:::stage (to Anna) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Now there will be many visits. :::

:::stage (caresses her, very moved). :::

:::stage (grasps Valk's hands) :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Oh friend, I live as in a dizzying ecstasy! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Hush;... as an engaged person you have become a member Of the spiritual temperance society; You know the commandment:... no revelries here! :::

:::stage (turns to Goudstad with somewhat malicious sympathy). :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Now Mr. Goudstad? :::

:::stage (pleased) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Well, I would dare to think That this happiness promises well for both of them. :::

:::stage (looks at him in wonder) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" You bear your sorrow with praiseworthy composure. That pleases me. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" What do you mean, my dear fellow? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" I mean that since you yourself nurtured A sweet hope... :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Did I? Indeed? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" You were at least well on the way; You mentioned Miss Halm; you stood there And asked me... :::

:::stage (smiling) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Yes, but are there not two? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" So it's the other one you mean... her sister? :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Her sister, yes, the other one,... exactly, that's her. First get to know that sister a little better, And judge for yourself whether she does not deserve That more work be done with her Than is usually done in this house. :::

:::stage (coolly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" She has all the good qualities. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Not all yet: the conversational tone She cannot grasp; she falls short there... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes, that's too bad. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" But if Mrs. Halm brings her out For one winter, I bet she will be inferior to none. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes, that is probably so. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Yes, it's amazing with young girls! :::

:::stage (cheerfully) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" They are like winter rye in the field; They sprout unnoticed in frost and snow. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" The ballroom is their home from Christmas onward... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" There the manure goes on... scandals, gossip... :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" And when the warm spring air comes... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Then little green ladies appear! :::

:::stage (comes to them and grasps Valk's hands) :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Well, was it wise that I took that step... I feel so happy and so calm! :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Behold the bridegroom; now tell us How one acts as a newly engaged lover! :::

:::stage (unpleasantly affected) :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" One does not speak of that with a third party. :::

:::stage (jokingly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" In a bad mood? I'll tell Anna. (goes to the ladies). :::

:::stage (looks after him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Is that a question? That man is insufferable! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" But you were mistaken about him,... :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Oh come? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" It wasn't Anna he had in mind. :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" What! Was it Swanhild? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes, I can't say that. (waggishly) Forgive me, you suffered for someone else! :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" What do you mean? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Tell me, have you read the newspaper? :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" No. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" I'll send you the paper; There's something in it about someone whose fate Pulled his good, healthy eyetooth Because a nephew of his suffered from toothache. :::

:::stage (looks out the window) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Oh, here comes the pastor! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" How many are they? :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Five, six... eight children. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" That's excessive! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Oh, such a thing is almost indecent!

(Meanwhile, a carriage is heard stopping to the left outside. The pastor, his wife, and eight little girls, all in traveling clothes, enter one by one). :::

:::stage (rushes to meet the newcomers) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Welcome, hearty welcome! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Thank you. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. STROOMAN" Oh, you surely have guests... :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Oh no! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. STROOMAN" For if we come at an inconvenient time... :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" No... on the contrary; You come just in time, for just think, My daughter Anna has just become engaged. :::

:::stage (shakes Anna's hand with unction) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Let me testify;... love,... communion of souls... That is a treasure that neither moth nor rust Can corrupt... if it is genuine, that is. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" How nice that you brought all the little ones Into town. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" There are four more Who stayed behind in the country. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Oh really? :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Three of them are too small to understand What it is to miss a loving father's heart For the sake of the kingdom. :::

:::stage (to Mrs. Halm as she takes leave) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Now I will leave you. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Oh, why are you leaving so soon? :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" I still have to tell the news in town; At Jensen's, I know, they go to bed late; The aunts will be happy, that goes without saying. My dear Anna, don't be shy any longer... For tomorrow is Sunday; with visits You will be flooded, you can count on that! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Well, safe home then! (to the others). And you would surely like A cup of tea? Madam, be so kind!

(Mrs. Halm, Strooman, his wife and children, with Goudstad, Lind, and Anna go into the house). :::

:::stage (taking Stuiver's arm) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Now we shall be sentimental! Stuiver, look here, How Luna rests floating among the clouds! But no, you don't even look! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Oh yes, of course! I was just thinking about our debit.

(They exit to the left. Valk, who during the preceding has been watching Strooman and his wife intently, remains alone in the garden. It is now completely dark; lights are on in the house). :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Everything burnt and dead;... comfortless misery! Thus they go through life, two by two, Together they stand like the black trunks That a forest fire left on the barren heath;... As far as the eye can see, it is bare plain... Oh, won't anyone bring the fresh green of life!

(Swanhild comes onto the veranda with a blooming rose bush which she places on the balustrade).

That one... yes...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Valk, are you standing there in the dark? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" And not afraid? No, the dark is beautiful. But tell me, aren't you afraid in there, Where the lamplight falls on the pale corpses... :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Oh fie! :::

:::stage (looks at Strooman, who appears at the window) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" What high courage he once had; Fought for his love against the whole world, Took the field against custom and usage. His love he expressed in joyful songs...! Look at him now! In a long coat... his best... The walking drama of his deep fall! And then that woman, with her faded dress, With worn-out shoes, loose and flapping, She is the fairy who was to lead him into the great world To a life of beauty. What remains of that flame? Not even the smoke! Sic transit gloria Amoris, you see! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Oh yes, it's miserably wretched, everything. I don't know a person whose fate I would want to share. :::

:::stage (quickly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Well then, we two stand against an order That is contrary to nature, false! :::

:::stage (shakes head) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Then our union would surely be wrong, As surely as we stand here on the ground. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" No, it will be triumph when two strive together. We no longer want to be members Of the community of flat commonplace! To develop independently, truly and freely Must surely be the goal of a serious person. You have seen that as well as I. There beats a life of soul in your pulse That finds warm words for powerful thought. You do not tolerate the corset of formality Squeezed around the heart that wants to beat freely and spaciously; Your voice is not suited to sing along In the choir of habit, to the measure of custom. :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" And don't you think that many a time sorrow Has darkened my eye, oppressed my breast? I wanted to make my own way... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes, in thought, silently? :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" No, in deed. Then came aunts with their good advice,... They had to deliberate, weigh, consider... (closer). But in thought, you say; no, I ventured A bold attempt even... I went to learn painting. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" And then? :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" It went wrong, because I had no talent; But still my urge for freedom would not be bound; And afterwards I sought the boards of the theatre... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" That plan must have met with opposition? :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Yes, it was mainly my eldest aunt; She would rather see me go as a governess... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" But of all that I have never heard! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Naturally not; they saw to that. (with a smile). They were afraid it would be bad for my future If young gentlemen found out. :::

:::stage (looks at her sympathetically for a moment) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" I long suspected that your fate must be thus... I saw at once when I first met you, How little you resembled the others, And how no one really understood you. Around the table they all sat, With cups of tea,... and the conversations hummed, The ladies blushed and the gentlemen cooed Like tame doves on a summer day.

And about religion, even morality, Girls and matrons chattered, And domesticity was celebrated by young women, While you sat alone, as if completely isolated. And when the babble finally rose To a frenzy, a tea-and-prose bacchanal,... Then you shone like silver, a noble coin, As if lost among copper and paper. You were a gold piece from a distant land That was valued here at a different rate, And barely current in light conversation, Where verses, butter, art and the like Were treated... just then Miss Ekster spoke... :::

:::stage (quasi-seriously) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" While her lover, like a bold knight, His hat in his arms like a shield, stood there... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Then across the table your mother nodded: "Come, Swanhild, do drink, your tea is getting cold." And sweetly you drank your tea, the weak, insipid, As they all, young and old, did. But at once that name struck and seized me; The wild Völsung saga, gruesome, cruel, With all its long line of slain knights, Seemed to reach into our time to me then; I saw in you a second Swanhild, Renewed and in a different form. The flag of lies had to cover the right to war In former times, now the people themselves demand justice and peace; But if someone sins against our customs, Then he must atone innocently for his lineage. :::

:::stage (slightly ironic) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" I certainly did not think that from tea vapor Such bloody fantasizing could arise; But for you it is a small art Where wit is lacking, still to see spirits rise. :::

:::stage (moved) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" No, do not laugh, Swanhild; I hear that you mock With tears in your voice,... oh I see it well. And more I see;... if you are trampled in the dust, Your own free being kneaded like clay, Then many a bungler will soon come With the modeling knife, clumsy and stupid and rough. They will ape God's creation To reshape you in their own image, Changed, padded, diminished, unrecognizable. And when you can be displayed like that, Then they exult: "Look, now she is normal! Look at that plastic repose, cool as marble! Illuminated by the light of lamps and chandeliers, She is as if created for salon décor!" :::

:::stage (seizes her hand passionately). :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" But if you must die, then live first! First be mine free in God's nature; Soon enough you will come into a gilded cage; There the lady thrives, but the woman languishes, And it is her alone I love. Another may Then one day lead you into his house; But here, here my spring has blossomed,... My first song sprang here from my soul. Here I got wings;... here, if you support me, I know it, Swanhild,... here, here I become a poet! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" (softly reproachful as she withdraws her hand).

Oh why do you tell me all that now? It was so beautiful to meet each other freely. Is it then so necessary to support happiness With words of promise, so that it does not break! You have spoken and now it is over. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" No, I pointed you to a goal, now leap over it. My proud Swanhild,... if you dare to leap. Be brave, if you have the courage to be free! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" To be free? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes, that is true freedom: To do what our innermost being drives us to do; And I know that you are appointed by God To prevent my fall from beauty. I must, like my namesake the bird, Head into the wind, into the air, if I am to rise. You are the breeze on which I let myself be rocked, With you I first get lift in my wings. Oh be mine, before you get the world,... And when the leaves fall, then our paths will part. Sing your soul's treasures into my soul, And song for song I will richly return them... Then you can go under, calmly, quietly, Like leaves withering, without pain or complaint. :::

:::stage (with suppressed bitterness) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" I cannot thank you for your good will, Although it clearly shows your disposition. For you regard me like a child the willow That it calmly cuts into a one-day whistle. :::

:::stage (after a pause) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" And yet you know that I am not so heartless As to break a living branch, because my thoughts Go in and out of the woods in winter, And the echo of storms hurries past my ear. But in the summer, when the sun warms the trunk, Then I can hear the life singing in the wood. Then I tread carefully on the mossy ground, And if a leaf falls, it is with my permission. But now my winter is over; I feel A new springtime rising in my breast. And do you know what I ask of you, Swanhild? :::

:::stage (looking at him expectantly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" No. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" That you will keep yourself free for me this summer, Until the leaves fall. Then we shall see. If you are then still what you are now, And I am what I am,... then perhaps,... I cannot say more. But if you are bound, then I am bound too. Now you know my condition. Answer me! :::

:::stage (shakes her head slowly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" I cannot bind myself in that way either. You must not ask that of me. It is not right. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Not right? Why not? :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Because it is not right to bargain with hearts. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Then you refuse? :::

:::stage (after a short silence) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" I do not refuse, but I cannot promise. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" But then what will happen? :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Let it happen as it will. I cannot shape my life According to your poems. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Then there is no hope for me? :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Hope? I do not know. I do not understand you. :::

:::stage (goes toward the house, but turns back) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Good night, Valk. :::

:::stage (stands a moment, then goes slowly into the house. Valk remains alone).

::dialogue speaker="VALK" Now, that's better than standing in the water Until autumn shrouds it in grey mist. (vehemently). You must! You shall! Yes more, it is your duty To grant me what you so richly received. What you dream there becomes a song in me! See the bird I killed... foolish... That was for you a source of song's delight... Oh, do not refuse; sing for me as it did... My life becomes for you one poem! ::

::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" And when you then know me and I am empty, When I have sung my last song... What then? ::

::stage (looks at her) ::

::dialogue speaker="VALK" What then? Think then of what he did. (points into the garden). ::

::stage (softly) ::

::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Oh yes, I know, you can throw stones. ::

::stage (laughs mockingly) ::

::dialogue speaker="VALK" See there that freedom-spirit you boast of... That would dare everything for a visible goal! (with force). I showed you the goal; now give an answer that Will satisfy me forever. ::

::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" That you already know: On that path I can never approach you. ::

::stage (coldly dismissive) ::

::dialogue speaker="VALK" Well then it's over; stay in your world then.

ZWAANHILDE (has silently turned away from him. She places her hands on the balustrade and rests her head on them).

VALK (paces back and forth a few times, lights a cigar, stops close to her and says after a pause):

You surely find it extremely ridiculous What I have told you this evening? (pauses, waiting for an answer; Zwaanhilde is silent). I went too far, I see that well; You feel only as a sister or a daughter;... I'll speak with gloves on from now on Then we will best understand each other... (waits a moment; but as Zwaanhilde remains motionless, he turns and goes to the right).

ZWAANHILDE (lifts her head after a silence, looks intently at him and comes closer).

Now I want to say a serious word to you In thanks for having wanted to save me. You used an image that suddenly helped me understand your "ascent." I saw you as a falcon, who must rise Head into the wind; to reach the heights. How pitiful! Laughable even, as you yourself realized. Yet your image did not fall on barren ground; For before my eye another arose, That does not, like the first, limp and hobble. I saw you, not as a falcon, but as a kite, As a poet's kite, made of paper, Whose own self is and remains a side issue, While the towline is the main thing. The broad front was written, dense, With future drafts on poetic gold; And each wing a bundle of epigrams, That flapped in the wind, but hit no one; The long tail was a modern poem That wanted to scourge the faults of our time, But could only softly whisper Of someone or other who neglected his duty.

So you lay powerless before me, and you asked: "Oh, set me up in the west or the east! " ::

::stage (clasps her hands together in violent emotion) ::

::dialogue speaker="VALK" By God, that's all true...! ::

::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" No, thank you, I am too big for that kind of child's play; But you, born for high spiritual work,... You,... are content to fly to the clouds, And bind your poet's life to a thread, Which I, when I wish, can let slip. ::

::stage (quickly) ::

::dialogue speaker="VALK" What day is it today?" ::

::stage (softer) ::

::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Look, that's fine; Let this day be a date for you; From now on trust your own wingbeat, And let it then bend or break. Paper songs belong in the folder, The living ones are property of life; And only those are current on the heights. So choose which of the two you want. (closer to him). Now I did what you asked me earlier: I sang my last song from the depths of my heart; And it was my only one; now I am empty; If you want, throw a stone at me!

(She goes into the house; Valk remains motionless and watches her; far away on the water a boat is seen; from it is heard in the distance and muffled the following:) ::

::dialogue speaker="CHOIR" Hoisted the sails, in gliding undulation Like an eagle soared over world sea-level; And behind us remain the flocks of stormbirds. Reason is only ballast... overboard with it at once! Perhaps my little boat will soon run aground, But it is still so glorious to sail! ::

::stage (absent-mindedly... awakens from his thoughts) ::

::dialogue speaker="VALK" Singing? Oh yes,... it's certainly Lind's quartet.

(to Goudstad, who comes out with a light overcoat over his arm).

Well, Mr. Goudstad,... are you sneaking away so quietly? ::

::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Yes. Let me first put on my coat; We non-poets don't like drafts; We catch cold from the evening air. Goodnight! ::

::dialogue speaker="VALK" Oh, before you go a single word! Point me to something to do, but preferably something great...! Something that makes an impact...! ::

::stage (with mocking emphasis) ::

::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" ... Well, just reach into life Then you will see, you will grasp life well. ::

::stage (looks at him thoughtfully and says slowly) ::

::dialogue speaker="VALK" There in short is the program given. (lively) Now I am awake from my empty dreaming, Now I have thrown the dice of life, And you will see... the devil take me... ::

::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Hey! Don't swear; you won't scare off a fly with that. ::

::dialogue speaker="VALK" No, not words, but deeds, only deeds! I now turn the Creator's work plan upside down;... Six long days I did nothing but yawn; My world-building work still lies unbuilt;... But tomorrow, Sunday--then I will create! ::

::stage (laughing) ::

::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Yes, let's see how vigorously you tackle it then; But first go get some sleep; good night!

(exits left. Zwaanhilde becomes visible in the room above the veranda; she closes the window and lowers the curtain). ::

::dialogue speaker="VALK" No, deeds now! Too long have I slept. (looks up at Zwaanhilde's window and bursts out as if seized by great emotion).

Goodnight! Goodnight! Sleep well and dream tonight; And tomorrow, Zwaanhild, we two will be engaged. (goes quickly away to the right; from the water is heard again): ::

::dialogue speaker="CHOIR" Perhaps my little boat will soon run aground, But it is still so glorious to sail! ::

::stage (The boat glides slowly away while the curtain falls). ::

::: ## END OF THE FIRST ACT

Sunday afternoon. Finely dressed ladies and gentlemen are drinking coffee on the veranda. Through the open glass doors, several guests are visible inside the garden room; from there the following is heard:

:::dialogue speaker="CHORUS" Welcome, betrothed, on this day! Openly you may now be in love, Embrace each other, blow upon blow, Kiss as much as you like... it's allowed!... No eavesdropper need you fear.

Now you can dote to your heart's content, Everywhere together, outside and in. Now you can nurture your love in peace, Let it grow and rest in calm; Show now how you can love! :::

:::stage (in the room) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" No, that you said nothing about it, Lind; How I would have teased you! :::

:::stage (also there) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A LADY" Oh yes, it's terrible! :::

:::stage (in the doorway) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANOTHER LADY" Did he write to you, Anna? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AN AUNT" No! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Mine wrote. :::

:::stage (on the veranda) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A LADY" Anna, how long has it been quiet? (walks into the room). :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Now you must go out ring shopping tomorrow. :::

:::stage (bustling) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SEVERAL LADIES" We will measure him! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Oh no, She will do that herself. :::

:::stage (on the veranda to a lady with needlework) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. STROOMAN" Are you sewing with a backstitch? :::

:::stage (in the doorway with a tray) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE HOUSEKEEPER" Another cup of coffee? :::

:::dialogue speaker="A LADY" Yes, please, half a cup. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" How wonderful that you'll have your new coat Just when you go visiting. :::

:::stage (in the room by the window) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AN ELDERLY LADY" And when shall we start on the trousseau? :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. STROOMAN" What does purslane cost these days? :::

:::stage (to some ladies on the veranda) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A GENTLEMAN" Look at Mr. Lind, with Anna's glove. :::

:::stage (with raised voices) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOME LADIES" Indeed, he kissed it! :::

:::stage (jumping up similarly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="OTHER LADIES" What! Is it true? :::

:::stage (appears red and embarrassed in the doorway) :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Oh, nonsense! (withdraws). :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Yes indeed, I saw it just now!

STUIVER (in the doorway, with a cup of coffee in one hand and a rusk in the other).

No, one must not distort the facts like that, I attest that one is mistaken here. :::

:::stage (inside, without being seen) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Come Anna, go stand before the mirror! :::

:::stage (calling) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOME LADIES" Come here too, Lind! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Back to back! Closer! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE LADIES ON THE VERANDA" Let us see how much taller he is.

(All go into the room; laughter and loud talk are heard from within for a while).

VALK (who has been walking around in the garden during the previous scene, now comes forward, stops and looks inside, until the activity has calmed down a bit).

There they slaughter love's poetry... The butcher who slaughters a cow so clumsily That it suffers unnecessary pain in dying, Is locked up for ten days or so; but here... That whole brood of torturers goes free again. (clenches his fists). I could them... quiet, no empty words; From today I will act, I have sworn. :::

:::stage (comes hurriedly and cautiously out of the door) :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Thank God, now they are talking about fashion; Now I can get away for a bit... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Well, getting too warm in there? Good wishes have Been swarming around you like mosquitoes all day here. :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" They mean so well, oh, all of them; But I could do with a bit less. Their interest is a bit too exhausting; A moment's rest will revive me. (about to go right). :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Where are you going? :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" To the garden house, I thought. Knock if you find the door locked. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" But Anna, don't you want her with you? :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" No... if anything, she can send a message. We talked last night until after midnight; And we have already discussed the most important things; And besides, I think it is best To be somewhat sparing with one's happiness. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" You are right; you must not take too much For everyday use... :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Hush, let me go. Now I am going to enjoy a good pipe; I haven't done that in three days. My blood was so restless; I was so afraid she would refuse me... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes, you really need a refresher. :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" And the pipe will taste good, that's certain. (exit right. Miss Ekster and some other ladies come out of the garden room). :::

:::stage (to Valk) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Was that him who just left? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" That was the wild one, yes. :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOME LADIES" Running away like that! :::

:::dialogue speaker="OTHER LADIES" Oh, that's shameful, fie! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" He is still a bit shy, but will soon become quite tame, After he has worn the signboard for a week. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Where is he now? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" He is now in the attic Of the garden house, where we both are staying. (pleadingly). Oh, do let him catch his breath for a moment; Don't chase him away from there! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Well, all right, but the rest Must not last long. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Give him a quarter of an hour... Then you can start the game anew. Now he wants to write a sermon in English. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" In English...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE LADIES" Oh, you're making fun of us! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" In all earnest. For he is firmly resolved To pursue a possible calling among the emigrants... :::

:::stage (horrified) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" What? Has he not yet forgotten those crazy whims? (to the ladies) Call all the aunts! Fetch Anna and her mother, Strooman too! :::

:::stage (in commotion) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOME LADIES" That must be prevented! :::

:::dialogue speaker="OTHER LADIES" We'll join in! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" There they are, thank God! (to Anna, who comes out of the garden room with the minister, his wife and children, Stuiver, Goudstad, Mrs. Halm and the other guests).

Do you know what Lind Has firmly resolved, in his heart, secretly? To become a minister... :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANNA" To go abroad. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" And you have promised him...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANNA" To go with him. :::

:::stage (indignant) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" So he has talked you into it! :::

:::stage (clasp their hands) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE LADIES" Oh... how cunning! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" But if he feels a calling for it... :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Well, yes One follows that when one is free and not engaged; But an engaged man follows only his bride... No, dear Anna, think it over in time; You, who from childhood in a big city...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" To suffer for an idea is fine! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" To suffer for the idea of one's fiancé? Such a thing, I think, is very curious. (to the ladies). Come, everyone now! (she takes Anna by the arm). Wait, now you must hear;... And then you tell him what he must do now.

(They go to the background and exit right, talking eagerly together, with several ladies; the other guests disperse in various groups through the garden. Valk stops Strooman, whose wife and children are always near him. Goudstad paces back and forth during the following conversation). :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Help the young fighter, pastor, Before Anna is set against him. :::

:::stage (solemnly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Indeed, the wife must be submissive... (thoughtfully). But if I understood him correctly this afternoon, That calling rests on a shaky foundation, And the sacrifice offered is uncertain... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Oh no, I see that you misunderstand it, I can vouch with my own self That he feels his calling great and honest... :::

:::stage (more lively) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Yes,... can he count on a fixed sum, An annual salary,... yes, then it is a different matter. :::

:::stage (impatiently) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" You put first what for me is last; I speak of calling, drive... not of salary! :::

:::stage (with a sentimental smile) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" But without that, no one can preach in America, Europe, or Asia,... Or anywhere else. Yes, if he were still free, My dear young friend,... if he were alone, Still a bachelor,... yes, then it would be fine; But Lind, who is just engaged,... no, for him Such a sphere of work is surely not advisable. Just think; he is a strong man, And in time he will have a family;... I assume he has much good will;... But "means," you know...? "Build not on sand" So it is written. It would be somewhat different, If the sacrifice now... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes, that will not be small, I know that well. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Yes, you see... that is the main thing! If the sacrifice that one voluntarily wishes to bring, Is also generous... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" His good will is great. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" His will? How am I to understand that, tell me? It is placed on the altar for him, after all. He does not have to bring it... :::

:::stage (looks toward the background) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. STROOMAN" There they are back.

VALK (stares at him a moment in amazement, then suddenly understands and bursts out laughing).

Oh, that sacrifice... yes!... that which they bring you On feast days... rustling banknotes! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" When one has to toil in harness for a year, That is compensated by Christmas and Pentecost. :::

:::stage (cheerfully) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" And you feel a "calling"... when it pays enough,... Even if you are a stupid, lazy lout! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Naturally; if one is sure of one's money One may even go as a Zulu missionary. (muffled). Now I hope to win her over gently. (to one of the little girls). My dear child, oh fetch my pipe for a moment, My pipe, I mean, you understand... (feels in his coat pocket). No, wait a moment;... I have it with me. :::

:::stage (continues, filling his pipe, followed by wife and children). :::

:::stage (approaches) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" You are playing the serpent in the Paradise Of love here... or I am much mistaken? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" The tree of knowledge bears such bitter fruits, They tempt no one... (to Lind, who comes from the right). So, you're already here? :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" But good heavens, what a mess it looks Up there, I say: the lamp is in pieces, The curtain pulled down, your pen broken, And the whole stove plate splattered with ink... :::

:::stage (pats him on the shoulder) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" I made an end of the old time there; I sat behind the curtains far too long And wrote poetry on paper by lamplight; Now it's over with room poetry;... I prefer to walk in God's sunshine now;... My spring came, with it my soul's renewal; And henceforth I will only compose in deeds. :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Yes, compose as you like, but don't think That the lady here is pleased With the loss... especially of her curtains. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" What! She who sacrifices everything for her guests, Even sisters' children, daughters... would she Make a sour face over such a trifle! :::

:::stage (angry) :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" It is ill-bred to do such a thing, And very compromising for both of us! But settle that with her. However, the little lamp was My property, with everything belonging to it... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Oh, come on,... I feel no remorse about that; You have God's summer with its clear light,... What use is a lamp then? :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" You're a fine one, Forgetting how short the summer still is. If I want to go for my exam at Christmas I really must make the most of my time. :::

:::stage (wide-eyed) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Are you thinking of the future? :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Yes, I am; It seems to me such an exam is no joke... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" And last night! When you lived only for the moment, Drunk on the present, you had no desires,... Even a mediocre "haud" didn't appeal to you;... You caught the beautiful bird of happiness; You felt as if at your feet Lay spread the riches of the whole world... :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" I said that, yes; but one naturally takes such things Cum grano salis... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" So! :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" I intend to devote the morning to happiness. That I have firmly decided. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" That's bold! :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Well, there are many visits still to be made, That will take a lot of time. But to take away even more free time, That I must unfortunately deny myself. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" And you, who a few days ago Wanted to go out into the wide world with song. :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Yes, but I saw that took too much time; I can't spare those fourteen days. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" No, you stayed home for another reason; You said something about mountain air also blowing in the valley And birds singing there. :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Yes, indeed,... here the air is very healthy; One can enjoy it, even if one Sits regularly studying with one's book. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" But with the book you were done, weren't you, As Jacob's ladder... :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Oh, how annoying you are; One says that when one is free and alone... :::

:::stage (looks at him and clasps his hands in mute amazement) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" You too, Brutus! :::

:::stage (a bit embarrassed and irritated) :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" But consider That I now have other duties than you; I have my girl now. Look at the other Engaged couples, even people with long experience, Whom I hope you won't find fault with, They all say, when two go through life together, Then... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Spare me your explanation. Who gave it to you? :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Oh... well, for example Stuiver, And he is a man who cannot lie. And Miss Ekster, she is so knowledgeable, She says... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" And the pastor with his wife? :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Yes, that is strange, you know, with these two, They are sunk in a peace of mind... Just think, she no longer remembers her engagement, Has completely forgotten what it is to love. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes, that is the fate of all who oversleep themselves,... Then memory flees like a shy bird, (places hands on his shoulders and looks at him mockingly). Say, my boy, did you sleep well last night? :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Yes, well and long; I went to bed so tired, And at the same time so full of emotions; I was almost afraid I had gone mad. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Oh yes, you suffered from something like being bewitched... :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" But then, thank God, I woke up normal.

(During the preceding, Strooman has occasionally been seen walking in the background, talking earnestly with Anna; Mrs. Strooman and the children follow them. Miss Ekster now appears; along with her, Mrs. Halm with some other ladies). :::

:::stage (invisible) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Where is Lind? :::

:::stage (to Valk) :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" There they are again! Oh please, come with me! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" No, stay; where do you want to go? Let us quickly resolve the disagreement That has arisen between you and Anna. :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Are we in disagreement? :::

:::stage (points to Anna, who is standing further away in the garden) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Read your own judgment In her tearful eyes. It is about the plans Over there in America. :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" But, God, She herself wanted... :::

:::stage (mockingly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" That's what it looks like! No, my friend, you will think differently about it When we examine the matter more calmly. :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" But then that struggle for faith, that was precisely My most beautiful and dearest dream! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Who still believes in dreams in our highly civilized age...? Look, Stuiver dreamed the other day that A letter arrived with such strange corners... :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. STROOMAN" Such a dream means coming into a fortune. :::

:::stage (with a nod) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" He might have to pay tax into the treasury.

(The ladies form a circle around Lind and walk with him deeper into the garden, talking). :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" (continuing to Anna, who would gladly escape him). On these grounds, then, my dear child, On these grounds, which reason gives us, Moral teaching, partly also the Bible, You see that such a division Of opinion has no reason to exist. :::

:::stage (half crying) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANNA" Oh, yes... I am still so inexperienced... :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" And it is also so natural that one fears All sorts of complications and dangers; But do not let doubt catch you in its net,... Be brave, take example from me and Maren! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. STROOMAN" Yes, I heard just today from your mother That I was just as sad as you are now, When the call came... :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" That was also because She had to leave all the city pleasures; But when we later had a bit more room, And the first pair of twins was born to us, Then it passed. :::

:::stage (softly to Strooman) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Excellent! Bravo! Go on like that! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Therefore do as said! Man must not be afraid. Valk, That such a calling is also not unprofitable, You said that, didn't you? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" No, not that... :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Oh, come on...! (to Anna). Well, it will certainly bring you something. And if that is so, why fear? Look back to long-gone days! To Adam, Eve, Noah with his animals... The lilies of the field... the birds of the air... The little birds... the little birds... the fish... (continues in a muffled voice, moving away with Anna). :::

:::stage (as Miss Ekster and the aunts arrive with Lind) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Hurrah! Here comes another new bunch, The whole old guard in arms! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Come, it is good that we find her here. (muffled to Valk). We have him!... now quickly with him to her. (goes to Anna). :::

:::stage (with a defensive gesture) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" She needs no further persuasion; Let the Holy Spirit do His own work Then it is accomplished...! (modestly). And if I have done something, I received strength...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Well, then no more delay... Reconciliation, eh? :::

:::stage (moved) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE AUNTS" Oh Lord, how beautiful! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Yes, is there a heart so hard, so cold, That would not find such a scene moving? It works so sharpening, so stimulating to the soul. It is so uplifting to see such a child, Still immature, making a sacrifice, sad, Yet willing, on the altar of duty. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" But her family also did their best. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" The aunts, yes, and I,... as if I don't know! You, Lind, possess the key to her heart; But we, friends, still have a master key That opens where the key sometimes fails;... (presses his hand). And if needed in later time, Come to us,... we remain friends. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Yes, we are with you wherever you go or stand... :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Protect you from the bitter pains of discord. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Oh, that unity! Loving care and friendship! A moment so joyful, and yet so sorrowful! (turns to Lind). But my young friend, let the matter be settled now. (leads Anna to him). Take her... your bride... your bride... take her... and kiss her then! :::

:::stage (reaches out his hand to Anna) :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" I am not going! :::

:::stage (at the same time) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANNA" I will go with you! :::

:::stage (astonished) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANNA" You are not going now? :::

:::stage (likewise) :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" You want to? :::

:::stage (looking helplessly at the bystanders) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANNA" But, then we are separated again! :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Yes, how is that? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE LADIES" What now? :::

:::stage (bustling) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" No, here there is a Misunderstanding... that is certain. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" ... To go with him She has promised! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" And Lind swore to stay! :::

:::stage (laughing) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" And both complied; what more do you want? :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" No, this confusion is too much for me! (goes to the background). :::

:::stage (to each other) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE AUNTS" But where does the dispute actually come from? :::

:::stage (to Goudstad and Stuiver, who have been walking in the garden and now approach) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" There is disagreement on all sides. (speaks softly with them). :::

:::stage (to Miss Ekster as she sees that the tea table is set) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. STROOMAN" We'll have tea soon. :::

:::stage (curtly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Thank God. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Hurrah! Friendship, tea, love and the aunts! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" But now that the matter has ended this way, It can certainly take a cheerful conclusion. The case thus rests on a paragraph Where it says: to follow the man is the woman's duty. That is clear to everyone. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" And what does the agreement mean then? :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" She may not withdraw from a higher law... :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" But Lind can certainly escape that law. (to Lind). Just postpone your trip and stay here quietly. :::

:::stage (happily) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE AUNTS" Yes, that can be done! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Certainly! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Then it's settled.

(Meanwhile, Zwaanhilde and the maids have set the tea table at the foot of the veranda steps. Invited by Mrs. Halm, all the ladies sit around the table. The rest of the company sit partly on the veranda or in the arbor, partly in the garden. Valk sits on the veranda. During the following, tea is drunk). :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" So this little storm passed by, Like summer rain, afterward beneficial; Then the sun shines even more beautifully, and promises us A summer afternoon clear and cloudless. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Yes, the little flower of love needs Those showers, large and small, they keep it fresh. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" It dies as soon as it is brought onto dry land... In that it resembles a fish... :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" No, because love can live on air... :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" And in that the fish dies... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Absolutely true. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Now we have caught you there, haven't we? :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. STROOMAN" That is good tea, you can tell right away. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Well, let us stick with the flowers. Love is a flower; if its gentle rain is lacking, So that the lovely one would wither... (pauses). :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" What then? :::

:::stage (with a gallant bow) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Then come aunts with a watering can.-- But that simile, although it has been Used, endlessly repeated by poets, Is still not very clear to most; For there are flowers of so many kinds. Tell me, what little flower would love be? Name what most resembles it. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" It is a rose; everyone knows that,... It gives life a rosy glow. :::

:::dialogue speaker="A YOUNG LADY" It is an anemone, growing under snow, For when it emerges, spring begins. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AN AUNT" It is a dandelion that thrives best When trampled by man or horse, Yes, puts out new shoots when trodden down, That is how Pietersen so beautifully described it. :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" It is the snowdrop; which in your young soul Ushers in the Pentecost of life's youth. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" No, it is the ivy, which even in December Is as green as in the heart of June. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" No, it is Icelandic moss, which cures young ladies Suffering from weak lungs. :::

:::dialogue speaker="A GENTLEMAN" It is a wild chestnut,... to be valued As firewood, but the fruit is inedible. :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" No, a camellia, which at soirées Adorns the headdress of the ladies there. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. STROOMAN" No, it resembles a flower that was so lovely;... Wait... was it not gray... no violet;... What is it called now...? Let me see... it looked much like that one...; I am so forgetful, it is so strange. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" No, all those flower images are flawed, It reminds me more of a flowerpot; At first there is barely room for one, But later it can hold quite a few sprouts. :::

:::stage (in the midst of his brood) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" No, love is like a pear tree; In early spring white with blossom snow; Later the blossom sets into fruit And becomes many large green berries; Fed by the old trunk with life sap, They become, God willing, ripe pears. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes, so many heads, so many minds, they say! But you all wander on wrong paths. No image is fitting; now listen to mine;... You can twist and turn it as you like, (stands up in orator's pose). In the distant East grows a precious herb; The "Son of Heaven" plants it in his gardens... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE LADIES" That is tea! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes, exactly. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. STROOMAN" His voice sounds just like Strooman's, when... :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Now do not disturb him. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" It originates from the land of fables, from the valleys Far away, beyond barren sand deserts;... Fill up my cup, Lind! Thank you. I shall now drink To tea and love, and toast to them. (the guests draw closer together). It originally comes from fairyland; Oh, that's where love belongs too! Only the Son of the Sun knew, they say, How to cultivate the plant, tending it with care. And with love it is the same; A drop of sun-blood must be in us, For love to take root within us And grow, bloom, bear leaves and blossoms. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" But China is an old, a very old country, So tea must have been known for a long time... :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" It existed before Tyre and Jerusalem. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" It was already known when old Methuselah As a little boy sat looking at pictures... :::

:::stage (triumphantly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" And the essence of love is precisely youth! Your image does not apply there, you feel it yourself. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Not at all, love is actually amazingly old; That is a doctrine we all subscribe to. In Cape Town and Rio and Kamchatka, From Naples to the good town of Brevig, Many will claim that love is eternal; Now, that may be somewhat exaggerated,... But it is old... that cannot be denied. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" But love and love is always the same, And tea exists in varieties, good and bad. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. STROOMAN" Yes, tea comes in many qualities. :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANNA" The green spring shoots first of all... :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" They grow only for sun-daughters. :::

:::dialogue speaker="A YOUNG LADY" They say they are intoxicating like ether... :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANOTHER" Fragrant like lotus and sweet like almonds. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" They do not come to market for trading. :::

:::stage (who has meanwhile come down from the veranda) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Ah, dear ladies, within each one carries A secret little heavenly kingdom. There thousands of such shoots sprout, Enclosed by modesty, like by the Chinese wall. But all the dolls of your fantasies, Who sit in the shadows of the kiosks And pine away dreaming... veils around their loins, And golden tulip flowers in their hands... For them you pluck the first green buds; What autumn later found was all the same to you. Look, that's why we get dust and stems,... A after-gathering, standing like flax to silk,... A harvest scraped with difficulty from the bush... :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" That is the black tea. :::

:::stage (nodding) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" That fills the market. :::

:::dialogue speaker="A GENTLEMAN" Then Holberg also speaks of a thé de boeuf... :::

:::stage (curtly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Oh, that is certainly something from earlier times. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Love of beef also exists, yes; It makes us foolish... only in novels. Of her slipper kingdom one sometimes finds traces Veiled under conjugal curtains. In short, there is a resemblance, where you least Expect it. So says the old proverb That when tea comes to us across the sea, It suffers, and loses some of its fragrance, The fine aroma that is its own. Through the desert it had to go and over mountains,... Must pay toll to Cossack and Russian;... They stamp it, then it may go on, And passes with us then for genuine goods. But does it not go so with love too Through life's wilderness? What would be the consequence, What the world's judgment, if you or I, Boldly would import our love free! "Oh, the moral aroma is lost! "The scent of legitimacy is rubbed off!" :::

:::stage (stands up) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Yes, thank God, in moral countries Such goods are still contraband. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes, if they are to pass freely here, They must go through form's cold Siberia, Where fresh sea air cannot harm them;... They must show the stamp, black on white, From organist and bell-ringer and sexton, Family, friends, acquaintances, yes, who not, And many other good people besides... except The free pass that God himself has given them... And then the last point of resemblance; See how the hand of civilization weighs so heavily On the Sun Land, over there, in the far East; Its wall is crumbling, its power broken, The last true Mandarin is hanged. Profane hands now pluck the harvest. Soon the Sun Land will be but a legend, A fairy tale no one believes anymore; The whole world becomes one gray mist!... We carried the wonderland to the grave. But if that is so,... where then does love remain? Ah, then it too has disappeared! (raises his teacup). Well, then let perish what cannot exist:... With this tea I drink to dead Amor! :::

:::stage (drinks; great consternation and movement in the company). :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" That was a very strange toast indeed! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE LADIES" As if love were really dead! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" And here it sits healthy and young and blooming, In all kinds of forms around us. Here sits the widow in her black dress... :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Two faithful spouses... :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Whose union Can still raise many a sturdy pledge of love. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Then comes love's light cavalry, Engaged couples of various sorts. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" At the front the veterans, faithfully united For many years. :::

:::stage (breaking off) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" And then the little ones... The youngest class... the couple of today... :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Here you see summer, winter, autumn, and spring; You just have to grasp that truth here, To hear and see it... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes, and then? :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" And yet you would show her the door! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" You have completely misunderstood me. When did I ever deny its existence? But you must consider in all this That smoke is not always proof of fire. I know very well, people get married, Set up households and all that; You will certainly never hear me deny That one gets a ring, another a rejection, That pink notes are quietly written And sealed with doves... quarreling together; That lovers walk through the streets And get chocolate on visits, That custom invented a form, A code of forms for lovers;... But good Lord, we also have majors, An arsenal with a lot of material; There you find drums, spurs, and rapiers,... But what does all that prove? Only that there are soldiers and weapons. But bearers of arms are not yet heroes. Yes, even if there were an army of tents,... Would that prove heroism? :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Well, let us be fair; honestly, It is not always true, as claimed, That young love is strongest, and so... Yes, as if that were the only one. One cannot always rely on that. No, only in marriage, the intimate life, Does love rest on a rock, firm and sure, That can never give way, never slip away from us. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" No, I cannot share that view with you. I think a union of free people, That lasts for years, even if it can be broken daily, Best corresponds to the truth of love. :::

:::stage (with passion) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANNA" Oh no,... a new union, still fresh and young, Is richer in essence, stronger still. :::

:::stage (pensively) :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Who knows if the idea does not lie there, Of the anemone that grows under the snow. :::

:::stage (suddenly bursting out) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Fallen Adam! There came the homesickness That sought Paradise behind the dividing wall. :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Oh, what nonsense! :::

:::stage (offendedly to Valk, while standing up) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" That is not very friendly, To stir up strife where we made peace; Don't worry about your friend and his happiness... :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOME LADIES" No, that's for sure! :::

:::dialogue speaker="OTHERS" That we know very well. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" She hasn't learned to cook at school yet, But I will teach her that this fall. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" And she will embroider her own wedding dress. :::

:::stage (pats Anna on the head) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AN AUNT" And she will certainly become quite sensible too. :::

:::stage (laughs loudly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Oh, that sense, gibberish, that deadening thing, Madman's buffoonery from a friend's mouth! Was it sense he wanted to find in her? Was it a professor of the cookbook? He came here as spring's joyful messenger, And picked a wild rose from the garden. You set to cultivate it; now he returned... What did he find? A rosehip bush! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Indeed? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Very useful in use,... certainly, yes! But a rosehip bush was not his spring bride! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Yes, if he were looking for a ball princess, Then he would not be in the right place here. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Oh yes, I know, there is coquetry With domesticity, that's part of it too; That is an offshoot of the great lie, That climbs high like the wild hop vine. I take off my hat most respectfully, madam, To every "ball princess"; she is beauty,... And in the ballroom the ideal spins golden threads,... Seldom in nurseries. :::

:::stage (with suppressed anger) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Your outburst can easily be explained, An engaged man is lost to his friend; That's the whole core of the matter. I have experience, believe me, on that point. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Naturally;... seven married nieces... :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" And well married! :::

:::stage (emphatically) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" If that is true, yes! :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" What now! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" But Valk! :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Is it your aim to pick a quarrel? :::

:::stage (bursting out) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes, war, strife, and discord! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" You seem in the trade, do you want to teach us? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Let me be... I will raise my banner! And I want war, and strife with all my might Against that lie, so deeply rooted, That you all cultivate and tenderly nourish, So that it shoots up high and seems like truth. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" I protest... it's all unproven, I want to file an objection... :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Be quiet! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" That you call love's fresh spring, That whispers of the widow's loss,... Of love that in bright sunny days Never thought of "complaint" nor "longing"! That you call love's proud stream, Lazily creeping through spouses' veins! Of love that trampled all routine underfoot, That stood bravely on the outer ramparts, And laughed at the world's wise fools! That you call love's beauty flame, That keeps an engagement for many years! Oh, come! Is that the same that kindled The poetic fire in the sober civil servant? That you call love's young happiness, That is afraid to venture across the sea, That demands sacrifices, and love's fairest jewel Itself to sacrifice... miserably scorns! O you false prophets of mediocrity, For once call things by their real name; Call what the widow feels a sad longing, Marriage habit, for that is what they are! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" No, young man, listen, that goes too far, Mockery sounds from every word! (comes close to Valk's eyes). Now I risk my old skin in strife For the old faith against the new doctrine! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" I go to the duel as to a feast. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Good! You will see me defy the bullets!... (closer). A married couple--like a priest--is consecrated... :::

:::stage (on the other side of Valk) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" And an engaged couple... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Half, like the sexton. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Do you see these children here, who surround me? They can already sing victory in advance! How would it be possible.., how could it be done... No, the word of truth is mighty, irrefutable;... He must be deaf who does not understand this. Look,... these are all love's children...! (stops confused). That is to say... no, of course not...! :::

:::stage (fans herself with her handkerchief) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" I must say I don't understand anything anymore. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" You have just given a fine proof yourself; So true, so good, and so truly national. You yourself distinguish between the pledges Of marriage and of love... as is proper! The difference exists as between raw and cooked, As between wild flowers and cultivated ones. With us love soon becomes a science, Long ago it ceased to be a passion here. With us love is like a separate guild, With fixed laws and its own flag; It is a class of lovers and married people... They do their service and can manage it; Everything hangs together like seaweed in a niche. A singing society is all that is missing. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" And a newspaper! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Fine! You shall have that too! That was a good idea; there are already papers For children, ladies, believers, and marksmen. I hope no one will ask about the price. There you will see, parading, How John and Peter and Nicholas get married; There every pink note will be inserted, That William wrote to his tender Laura. There will appear, among other misfortunes,... Like murder, and fire from crinoline skirts,... Who in the course of the week has been "engaged"; There one offers in the list of advertisements Used rings at civil prices; There one announces twins and triplets; If someone gets married, the whole crowd Is drummed up to come and watch;... If someone is rejected, it is printed In the paper, among other news items; Something like the following: "Again Has the little love-devil demanded a victim!" Yes, you will see, it will go well; for if it comes near The time when I must recruit new subscribers, Then I know a bait that will attract them, Then I will sacrifice a bachelor in big-paper style. Yes, you will see how I bravely fight for the honor of the guild; Like a tiger,... like an editor I seize my prey..." :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" And what will it be called? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" "Cupid's Norwegian Marksman's Journal"! :::

:::stage (comes closer) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" All this is not serious... or is it? You are not risking your good name like that! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Perfectly serious. People always claim That no one can live on love; I will prove that it is a lie, For I will live on it like a prince; Especially if Miss Ekster allows me To publish as a "feuilleton" the "novel" Of our pastor, Mr. Strooman. :::

:::stage (frightened) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" God help me! What kind of plan is that? What, my novel? Was I ever romantic? :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" I never said that! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Clearly a misunderstanding! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Would I have sinned against morality And old custom! That is a great lie! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" All right. (pats Stuiver on the shoulder). Here stands a friend who will not waver. I will open the paper with his love poems. :::

:::stage (with a frightened look at the pastor) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Are you mad! Let me say a word!... Do you dare to say that I write poems...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" No!... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yet it is being circulated from the office. :::

:::stage (in great anger) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" From our office nothing is ever circulated! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" You too forsake me then; I still have A faithful brother who will not desert. "A song of love" I expect from friend Lind, That love, too tender for sea and wind.... Who gives up emigrants for his tenderness, Thus his love shows itself in all its glory! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Sir, now my patience is at an end. We cannot live under one roof any longer... I hope you will leave my house today... :::

:::stage (with a bow while Mrs. Halm and the guests go inside) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" I expected you would say this to me. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" And between us it is war now for good; You have deeply offended me and my wife... Yes, even my children, Trientje, Mientje, all...! Crow away, sir,... shout out your ideas... :::

:::stage (goes inside with wife and children). :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" And go your way as an apostle, You, with your love, which you have denied Before the cock crowed for the third time! :::

:::stage (feels faint) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" O Stuiver, help me! Quick, I beg you, come! Loosen my corset... I feel so faint!

STUIVER (to Valk, while leaving with Miss Ekster on his arm).

I renounce your friendship! :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" I do too. :::

:::stage (solemnly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" You too, Lind? :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Farewell! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" I trusted in you... :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" I cannot help it... my girl wishes it. :::

:::stage (He goes inside; Swanhild has remained by the veranda steps). :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" There, now I have space around me... Now I have cleared up! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" Valk, listen! :::

:::stage (points politely to the house) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" That way, miss; they went that way, Mother, with all the friends, all the aunts. :::

:::stage (comes closer) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" Let them go; my path is not theirs; Their herd will not increase with me. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" You stay then? :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" Yes. Do you wage war against lies, Then I stand beside you as your faithful squire. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" You, Swanhild, you... :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" ... who was afraid yesterday, yes! But were you yourself, Valk, the one you are now? You offered me the willow's fate as happiness... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" And the willow whistle made me deeply ashamed! No, it is true, then it was only child's play; But you awakened me to serious endeavor. In the restless life stands the great temple, Where the pure voice of truth will sound. Not like the old Aesir, from on high Looking down on the wild turmoil of battle;... But bearing the mark of beauty in one's own breast, Like Saint Olaf bearing the cross on his armor,... With wide vision surveying the battlefield, Even if he himself is in the net of strife... To know a sunbeam behind the mists, That must a man undertake as his life's task! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" And that you will also do when you stand Free and alone. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Was I then in the turmoil? Yet that is the requirement. Oh no, that is past, That life, alone dreaming, within myself. Over is my indoor poetry; I will live my song, among heath and pines, I will fight my battle in the vibrating present;... I or the lie... one of us must yield! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" Then go forth with my blessing to the fight! I misjudged you; your heart is warm and brave; Forgive me,... and let us part without bitterness... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" No, in my future boat there is room for two! We will not part. Swanhild, have you courage? Then we will fight together, side by side! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" We together? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" I stand now forsaken by all, Not a single friend have I, fight with everyone, With sharp spears hatred attacks me;... Tell me, have you courage? With me it is stand or fall... My future path goes straight through custom and law, Where a thousand fetters wind around the foot;... There I, like all others, set my table, And slip the ring on the hand of my beloved! :::

:::stage (pulls a ring from his finger and holds it up). :::

:::stage (in breathless suspense) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" Do you mean that? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes. Thus we show the world That love's power is still eternal, And undefiled and in all its splendor Bears itself through life's flat mediocrity. Yesterday I pointed to the fire of ideas, That burst wildly, high on the mountain peaks;... Then you were afraid,... you trembled because you are a woman; Now I point to the true goal of woman! And Swanhild's heart accomplishes what it promises; Behold here the abyss,... Swanhild, dare the leap! :::

:::stage (almost inaudibly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" And if we fall...! :::

:::stage (jubilantly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" No, I see in your eyes A ray of light that points to victory! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" Take me wholly then, dearest, as I am! Now spring is coming, and my soul will bloom! :::

:::stage (she falls into his arms bravely while the curtain falls). :::

END OF THE SECOND ACT

:::stage Evening with bright moonshine. Coloured lanterns among the trees. In the background, tables laid with wine bottles, glasses, cakes, etc. From the house, where all windows are lit, muted piano playing and singing are heard during the following scene. Zwaanhilde stands by the veranda. Valk enters from the right with some books and a writing portfolio under his arm. Behind him comes the porter with a trunk and a travelling bag. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Is that all now? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PORTER" Yes, now I almost think That there is nothing left but a small bag, And a summer jacket. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Good; I'll take that with me When I leave, on my arm. Come here now; Here is the folder. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PORTER" It's sealed, I see. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes, precisely, it is sealed. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PORTER" Good. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" You must Burn it later, you hear. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PORTER" Burn? :::

:::stage (smiling) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes... With all the drafts on poetic gold. The books... well, you can keep them yourself. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PORTER" Oh but sir... you are too kind! Now, if sir is giving away his books, Then surely he is done with studying? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" What one learns from books, I have learned... And much more besides. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PORTER" More then? That's bold. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Come quickly; the porters are waiting outside... Go help them now load everything up. (Porter exits left). :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" (goes to Zwaanhilde who comes to meet him). One hour still, Zwaanhild, we have for ourselves, Here in the summer night, by the light of the stars. See how they glitter among the leafy vault, Like golden seeds of the world tree. Now I have loosened the last slave bond, Now the scourge has struck me for the last time. Like Jacob's people I stand ready for the journey, Before the Passover lamb, with pilgrim's staff in my hand. You dull race, that beyond the desert Perceives no Canaan, the promised land, You time-slave without rest, build your mummies Their royal tombs in their pyramids;... I seek freedom... through the wilderness,... Even at low tide, the sea will carry me further; But the enemy's bastion, built on lies, Will sink there into its deepest depths! (short pause; he looks at her and takes her hand). You are so quiet, my Zwaanhild! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" And so happy! Oh, let me dream, quietly just dream. Speak you for me; thoughts blossom up And become song... as before the moon The white water lilies open. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" No, say it once more with truth's pure Never wavering voice: "I am yours!" Oh, say it, Zwaanhild, please!... :::

:::stage (throws herself around his neck) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Yes, I am yours! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Mine alone! given to me by God himself! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" I was forsaken in my mother's house, And I was lonely in my own soul; An uninvited guest at feast and joy, I was worth nothing there... yes sometimes even less. But then you came! For the very first time I found my thought in another's word; What vaguely I dreamed, you knew how to give form! You youthful, strong, among all those old ones! Half repelled me sometimes your sharp mind, Half your sunny being attracted me, As the sea attracts the green shore, And cliffs again drive back the water. Now I saw to the bottom of your soul, Now you have me undivided and whole; You, beloved leafy tree, blooming at the breakers. My heart has only flood, but never more ebb! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" And thank God, that He my love itself Baptized in sorrow and suffering... that was consecration. I myself knew not what drove me, ere dearly bought In you I saw the treasure I was about to lose! Yes, thank Him, who in my book of life With sorrow's stamp ennobled my passion; Who gave us a free pass on our journey, And commanded us, as chosen pair, Through the dark forest to chase the shining goal! :::

:::stage (points to the house) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Inside there is now feast in every room, Lights shine for the young couple; There sounds the friends' song, with cheerful laughter. Whoever passes by must surely think that There is happiness... in that festive bustle. (sympathetically). You, world's darling... poor sister! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Do you call her poor? :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Has she not then shared Her soul-gold with him and a hundred others, Her capital spread in so many hands, That she can demand it whole from no one? Not one is now more all in debt to her For no one must she live completely anymore. Oh, I am ten times richer than she; I have of all people only one. Empty was my heart, when you with victory banners, With festive joy cheerfully entered; Now you reign there as lord of my thoughts; Like spring scents you fill my whole soul. Yes, I may thank God, now and every day, That I lived alone until I found you,... That I was as dead... when the bells tolled That called me from darkness to light. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes, we, forsaken here in darkness lingering, We are the rich,... we who stand outside... Possessors of the treasure are we, who look out Travelling, the land in, in the silent night. Let lights shine and let tones sound, Let them dance and enjoy inside;... Look upward, Zwaanhild, into the blue night, There shine a thousand little lights too... :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Hush, listen, beloved... in the balmy night A rustling goes softly through the linden leaves... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" It is for us that all those lights twinkle... :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" It is for us that it whispers in the lindens! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Like God's prodigal son I feel myself; I left him for the world's busy bustle. Then he beckoned me home with gentle hand; And now I come he lights the lamp, Prepares a feast for the found son And gives his finest work to me as reward. From now on, I swear, I will remain faithful to him,... Serve him, fight bravely for his light. United our life becomes a hymn of praise, To love's highest song, which conquers all! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" And see how light it is for two, to win, Where he a man... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" And she a true woman is; Who together can surely not perish! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Well then, to battle with want and worries; (shows Valk the ring she wears on her finger). Now I will quickly tell them everything! :::

:::stage (quickly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" No, Zwaanhild, not yet; wait until tomorrow! Tonight we pluck only red roses Of sweet happiness... day-work would be sacrilege. (The door of the garden room is opened). There comes your mother! Hide yourself! As my bride No one's eye may look upon you tonight!

(They go through the trees to the garden house. Mrs. Halm and Goudstad come out onto the veranda). :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" He's really leaving! :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" It looks that way. :::

:::stage (comes over) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" He's leaving anyway, ma'am! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Oh heavens, yes, I know it well! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" That's a crazy business; He keeps his word; I know him well enough for that. He'll put us all in his newspaper, My girl's name printed a hundred times, And right next to it thank-you's, twin pairs. Yes, you know, if it weren't for our honor I'd almost propose a truce... :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" And would you think that he...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" I think so. I found indications, yes even a trace, Indicating that, when he took such a high tone Just now, he was not quite sober, There is even one proof, though not legal, That strongly testifies against the man in question. I have heard and know that after dinner He in the room, where he lives with Lind, Carried on greatly, restless, wild. Broke things... :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" (sees a glimpse of Valk and Zwaanhilde parting, while Valk goes to the background; Zwaanhilde remains hidden by the garden house).

Hush, we are on the right track! One moment, ma'am! Valk is not leaving, Or if he does, it will be as a friend. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Oh? So you also think...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Oh, where are you going? :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Madam, I will be back shortly; I'll fix things up for everyone again, If I can just speak to him... :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Yes, fine!

(They go into the garden together; during the following they are seen walking back and forth in the background, in earnest conversation). :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" (comes from the veranda and discovers Valk, who is looking out over the water).

What a man of hate such a poet is; But I, a desk man, am a man of state... And politics... I work for myself... (sees the pastor coming out of the garden room). Ah, so! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" He's leaving anyway! (comes to Stuiver). My dear,... oh be so kind And go, just for a moment, inside, And keep my wife... :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Who should I keep, you say? :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" I mean, entertain her. Because my wife and I And the little ones are always together And never once... (Mrs. and the children appear in the door). Yes... there they are all again! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. STROOMAN" Where are you, Strooman? :::

:::stage (softly to Stuiver) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Please think up something quickly now, To amuse her... something funny, a tale! :::

:::stage (goes onto the veranda) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Did you see the report from our department? That is a masterpiece of fine style... (pulls a book from his pocket). I'll give you a sample of that... (politely invites her to go into the room and goes himself. Valk comes forward into the garden; he and Strooman face each other and look at each other silently for a while). :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Well? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Well? :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Mr. Valk! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Pastor! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Are you a bit more Amenable now than when we parted? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" No, I go with steady step my own way... :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Even if you trample your neighbor's welfare? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" I plant truth's herb in its place instead. (smiling). You might still be thinking about the newspaper For love affairs? :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Now, was that then a jest? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes, be comforted, that work goes up in smoke, With deeds, not letters, I break the ice. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" And even if you spare me now, I know someone else From whom I won't be so easily free now; He, Stuiver, will use his power... And that is your fault, and that is bad. You stirred up those old fanaticisms, And that he will not be silent, I dare swear, If against the demands of the roaring choir I bring but a single word into the middle. The world of officials is a great power In our press, just now, I've been told. The paltriest little notice can strike me down, If it is printed in the big newspaper, Which goes about with Samson's force and vengeance, Trampling with feet, striking wildly around... And that just when the quarter is up again!... :::

:::stage (coming forward) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" But your business never brought you into disrepute...? :::

:::stage (anxiously) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" No matter. The big paper has many columns; Mark my words: I'll fall on the altar of vengeance... :::

:::stage (facetiously) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Of punishment, you mean,... and well-deserved... There goes a Nemesis through life, Which surely strikes, though often late,... Which no man is given to escape. If anyone has sinned against the idea, Then comes the press, its ever watchful guard, And makes the guilty one atone for his crime. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" But dear Lord, when did I sign a contract With the "idea" you make such a fuss about! I am a family man and a husband,... Consider that I have twelve children: My daily work keeps me bound day after day, I have a parish and a large farm, With flocks, cattle, and spiritual lambs,... Look, all that must be well managed, With shearing, threshing, and manuring the land; Then I am called here, then to the stable;... Where do I find time to live for ideas? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes, go back home, the sooner the better Hiding in the warm house before winter. In young Norway it is beginning to dawn; The bold army counts a thousand fighters, And the morning breeze swells the fluttering banner. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" And if I, young man, were to go home With all my kin, yes with everything that Until yesterday was my little kingdom,... Has not much changed for me today? Do you think I am as rich as when I came here...? :::

:::stage (as Valk is about to answer). :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" No, first hear what I have to say. (comes closer to him). There was a time when I was young, like you, And no less fearless and brave, Then came the struggle for bread... time passed; Such a thing does not steel the spirit, but the hands. I went northward; found my home in the mountains... Before me lay the whole world in my parish. My home... sir! Do you know what a home is? :::

:::stage (curtly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" I have never known one. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" I believe that. A home is where there is plenty of room for five, Though an enemy would think it too small for two. A home is where your life of thought Can play freely, like a child on father's lap. Where your voice does not knock in vain at hearts, But receives answer with familiar sound. A home is where hair can gray peacefully And no one notices that you grow old, Where tender memory surrounds you blue, Like hilltops far away behind the forest. :::

:::stage (with forced mockery) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" You wax eloquent... :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" At something that makes you laugh! So unequally did the dear Lord create us. What you were richly given is lacking in me, But I won where you have lost. From the clouds, a truth sometimes seems But a fiction on trodden ground; You want the heights, I no higher than the roof,... One became an eagle... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" The other became a chicken. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Yes, laugh if you will, for all I care it's true. I am a broody hen;... well; under my wings I have a brood of chicks, which you do not! And for my brood I have heart and courage, And I defend myself if one comes too close. Oh, I understand very well, you find me stupid, Yes, perhaps you pass a harsher judgment And consider me keen on worldly goods;... Let there be no more strife between us about that!

(seizes Valk's arm and continues in a subdued voice but with ever increasing force).

Yes, I have become greedy, stupid, and dull: But I became miserly for those whom God gave me, And I became stupid in the hard struggle with cares, And I grew dull in the loneliness of the mountains. Yet every time a boat of ideals Went down in the endless breakers, Another rose visible on the horizon, Which brought me new life's reward to the shore. For every dream that perished in toil, For every flight feather that broke in ascent, I received as God's gift a living miracle, Which I received from Him with praise and thanks. I fought for them, for them I scraped, For them I even expounded the Holy Scripture;... It was my flower garden, that little troop of children... Now you have trampled on it with your mockery! Aesthetic-literarily it has been proven By you, that my happiness is foolish delusion, That what was holy earnest to me is ridiculous... Now I demand, give me back my peace, But let it be intact and without cracks... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" That I should stand surety for your happiness, you demand? :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Yes, you threw a heavy stone on my path, Doubt, you alone can remove it. Take down the wall that separates me from my own, Lift the ban that holds me captive. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Do you think I possess a lie-glue, Can mend the cracked vessel of your bliss? :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" I think that the faith, overthrown by you With words, can also be restored by the word;... And that you can forge the loose link;... Think again... speak the truth then, And give me peace... that I can hoist the flag again... :::

:::stage (proudly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" I never stamp what is brass as gold. :::

:::stage (looks at him fixedly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Consider then how just now a word resounded, From someone, searching on truth's track: (with raised finger). There goes a Nemesis through life; Which no man is given to escape! (he goes to the house).

STUIVER (comes out with his glasses on and with the open book in his hand).

Oh pastor, come quickly, the children are crying For you... :::

:::stage (in the doorway) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CHILDREN" Papa! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Madam is also waiting! :::

:::stage (Strooman goes into the house). :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" That lady is not legally minded. :::

:::stage (puts book and glasses in his pocket and approaches Valk). :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Valk! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" I hope that you have reconsidered :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" And why? :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Well, that's easy to understand; Surely you see that it cannot be allowed To make use of confidential Tales;... one may not tell them. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" No, I have heard that can become dangerous. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Yes, by my soul! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" But then for great gentlemen. :::

:::stage (eagerly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" For all kinds of office-men it is dangerous. You can imagine how that must diminish All my prospects, if my chief ever knew That a little Pegasus sometimes neighs During working hours in such an office. You know well that in all matters Of the office, they prefer not to have poets at work, But worst would be if it accidentally came out That I had transgressed the highest command, And communicated things of importance. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" So such an indiscretion is punishable? :::

:::stage (mysteriously) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" It can sometimes force a public servant To immediately apply for his resignation. That's a regulation for us officials, That we everywhere, even at home, keep the secret. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" But that is tyrannical of a government To thus muzzle the "clerk" who threshes." :::

:::stage (shrugs his shoulders) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" It's legal; complaining about that is not fitting. And besides, now that salary revision May soon come up for discussion, It is not wise to immerse oneself In official matters of such delicate nature. And therefore, you see, be so kind as to keep silent;... Because if I ever lost... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" The portfolio? :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" It is officially stamped as "copybook". The protocol is really the tiepin, That closes the shirtfront of the office; Sniffing behind it gives nothing but trouble. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" And yet it was you yourself, who asked me To give a hint that you wrote verses. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Yes, could I know that he would sink so low, That pastor, who now has prosperity, And money enough for a life without care? But if he already sank into decay, What then is to become of us clerks? Of me,... I who have never been promoted, Have a girl and will soon marry, Naturally soon must provide for a family, Et cetera! (more vehemently). Oh, was I wealthy, I would gird the armor around my limbs, Strike the table so that the world resounded. And was I alone, a bachelor like you, Then I would, believe me, through the prose snow Also break a path for the high idea! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" But save yourself then! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" What? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes, it is still time! Despise the world's foolish owl-judgment; Freedom turns even caterpillars into butterflies! :::

:::stage (a step back) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Do you mean that I should break my engagement...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes;... The pearl is gone; what use the empty shell? :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Such a proposal you should not make to me again; I am no young student, but an official! I now do not count what Christian the Fifth In his time decreed about marriage promises,... Because those provisions are not mentioned in The "Penal Codes" of the year forty-two; In so far the matter would not be criminal, It would not be an infringement of the law... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Now look at that! :::

:::stage (with firmness) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Yes indeed, but nevertheless,... There can be no question of such an exception. She makes no high demands on life, I neither, and I have long noticed That I am made for the office and a home. Let others travel with the wild swans, The quiet, little life can also be beautiful! What says also somewhere privy councillor Goethe Of the heavenly Milky Way, shining and white? That no man can skim cream from it, And even less make butter of it... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Now, if then butter-making is your happiness, Let the daily routine be consecrated by the spirit;... A man must be a citizen of his time, But also ennoble his civic sphere. Yes certainly, in the small there is also much beauty; But it is the art to see and understand it. Not everyone who wishes to handle clay Is therefore the potter-artist. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Let us in peace each go his path: To block your way is not in our plan. We go the high road, you soar in heights, Yes, we too once soared in that; But the day demands work and not song,... One unlearns that, gradually in life. Youthful life, you see, is a process And the most foolish of all procedures;... Make a settlement, and do not resist, For you will lose your case before all judges. :::

:::stage (boldly and hopefully while casting a glance at the garden house) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" No, even if I were condemned by all judges,... Yet I know, mercy would replace justice for me!... I know, two can live the life. In free faith, happy in the highest striving; But you loudly proclaim the sad doctrine: The ideal, that is quite secondary! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" No say: "primary",... for it has done its duty Just like the flower..., as soon as the fruit sets.

(Inside at the piano Miss Ekster plays and sings: "Ach, du lieber Augustin". Stuiver stops and listens in silent emotion).

She calls me with the same old song, That spoke to me, when I first saw her. :::

:::stage (places his hand on Valk's arm and looks him in the eyes). :::

:::dialogue speaker="STUIVER" Whenever she revives this song again, From her playing sounds, full of yearning, tender trembling, With new strength her first yes to me. And when at last our love fades out And dies, to rise again as tender friendship, The old song will connect then and now. And if my back then bends from constant writing, And my daily task becomes only struggle with cares, Yet I will return home cheerful, Where what is past revives in music. If I find a quiet hour there for us both, Then I am satisfied with everything else!

(He goes into the house. Valk goes to the garden house. Zwaanhilde emerges; she is pale and moved. They look at each other silently for a while and then fall passionately into each other's arms). :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Oh, Zwaanhild, let us stay together, high! You fresh, free flower on churchyard soil,... That they call love's spring life! A corpse-odor wafts around bridegroom and bride; It smells of corpses, where two go together In the street bustle, a smile on the lips, Lie's clam lime-grave in their heart, And the impotence of death in all their striving. That they call life! Great gods! Is such a fate then worth all that misery? Is it worth raising troops of children? To feed them with honesty and duty? And make them hope for a short summer? So that the slaughterbench may be well supplied! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Valk, let us go away! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Go away? Where to? Is the world not the same everywhere? And do you not find hanging on every wall, In truth's glass-and-frame, the same lie? No, let us stay, enjoying the fine play, Tragicomedy, harlequinade,... A people that believes... what all men lie! See Strooman and his wife, and Lind and Stuiver, Performing true love's masquerade, Speaking faithfully and in the heart the lie,... Yet, at bottom, they are truly good people! They lie for themselves and for each other; But no one may touch that lie itself;... And each finds, though sometimes his boat veers, Himself rich as Croesus, blessed as a God; They themselves steered from Paradise downstream, And bang! they stuck fast on hell-sand; But no one among them notices where they sit, And each thinks he dwells in Paradise, And each smiles touchingly oh and ah; And then comes Beelzebub with goat's foot, Horned and roaring, mocking, jeering, reviling,... Then they nudge each other softly: That's Our Dear Lord; quickly take off your hat! :::

:::stage (after a moment of thoughtful silence) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" How wonderfully has a dear hand Shown me the way to my spring bliss, The life that I dreamed before me I will from today call my daily task. Oh, good God! how I groped in the dark,... Then You brought light,... then You let me find him! :::

:::stage (looks at Valk with quiet tender admiration) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" What then is your strength, you strong oak, Who stands firm in the storm, that fells everything, And stands alone, yet wishes to shelter me?... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" The power of truth, Zwaanhild;... that makes bold. :::

:::stage (looks shyly at the house) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" They came as petitioners, both, Each spoke in the name of one half of the world. One asked if young love could grow When the soul was burdened under wealth? The other asked: and how can love live When nothing but poverty awaits it? It's terrible... to preach such a doctrine As a word of truth, and yet just go on living! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" And if that applied to us? :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Applied to us?... What then? What can anything external do about that? I have told you already: if you wish to fight, Then I will stand with you or fall with you. Oh, nothing so light as the biblical command To leave everything, to follow him, The beloved, and with him go to God. :::

:::stage (embraces her) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Let the storms rage, wild and mighty! We stand in the thunderstorm; no one can fell us!

(Mrs. Halm and Goudstad come from the right in the background. Valk and Zwaanhilde remain standing in the garden house). :::

:::stage (muffled) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Look there! :::

:::stage (surprised) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Together! :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Do you still doubt? :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" That is...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Oh, I have noticed That he was quietly up to something. :::

:::stage (to herself) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" That Zwaanhild was sly, who would have thought? (vivaciously to Goudstad). But no, I don't believe it... :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" I will prove it. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Now directly here...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Immediately and without doubt. :::

:::stage (extends her hand) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" God be with you! :::

:::stage (seriously) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Thank you; that may be necessary. (comes forward). :::

:::stage (looks back as she departs) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" However it may turn out, the child will be happy. (goes into the house). :::

:::stage (approaches Valk) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" You do not have much time? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Another quarter hour, Then I leave. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Oh, that is long enough. :::

:::stage (about to withdraw) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" Farewell! :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" No, stay! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ZWAANHILDE" I? :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Until you have answered; For between us everything must be clear;... We three must speak frankly together. :::

:::stage (surprised) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" We three? :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Yes,... let us play open cards. :::

:::stage (suppressing a smile) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" I am at your service. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Good. It is about Half a year now that I have known you; We quarreled... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" And we were mostly in disagreement; We often gave each other a full blast; You stood as captain of a lofty cause, I was just an ordinary toiler, And yet it was as if a bond united us In a thousand long-forgotten old things From my own youthful thoughts and memories, Which were awakened by your words. Yes, yes. You look at me; my greying hair Was once wavy, heavy, and brown in former days, My forehead, no longer smooth from daily toil, Did not always bear wrinkles. But enough of that now! I am a businessman... :::

:::stage (with light mockery) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" You are the healthy, practical common sense, :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" And you are the joyful singer of hope! (steps between them). Look, therefore, Valk and Swanhild, I stand here. We must speak, for the hour is near, :::

:::stage (tense) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Speak then! :::

:::stage (smiling) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" I told you yesterday I was brooding Over a poem... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Real and practical. :::

:::stage (nods slowly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Yes! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" And if I asked you where you find your material...? :::

:::stage (glances at Swanhild briefly and turns again to Valk). :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Yes... on the same material we made our choice. :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" Now I am leaving. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" No, you must hear everything. No other woman have I ever asked such a thing; You, Swanhild, I have come to know thoroughly; Your beautiful soul is too lofty for prudery. I saw you as a child, unfold like a flower, And everything I value in a woman, you possessed;... But long I regarded you only as a daughter;... Now I ask... if you will become my bride? :::

:::stage (Swanhild recoils timidly). :::

:::stage (seizes him by the arm) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Say no more now! :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Stay calm; I await her answer. If you also ask her,... then she has free choice. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" I...? :::

:::stage (looks at him intently) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Yes. It now concerns preserving the happiness of three lives... not only mine. Don't play comedy, it will get you nowhere; For though I am but an ordinary worker, I still have a kind of clairvoyance. Yes, Valk, you love her. I watched without envy That young love grow into a flower; But it is precisely that overconfident strong love That could break Swanhild's happiness. :::

:::stage (flares up) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" How dare you say that! :::

:::stage (calmly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" I have the right to. If you were to get her now... :::

:::stage (defiantly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" What then? :::

:::stage (slowly and emphatically) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Suppose That on this ground she now built everything, And risked everything on this one card,... And life's storm swept away this ground, And the little flower wilted in the winter darkness? :::

:::stage (loses self-control and exclaims) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Impossible!... :::

:::stage (looks at him meaningfully) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Yes; so I too once thought, When I was young, like you. In earlier days I loved someone;... we were separated. I saw her again yesterday;... nothing remains. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Here, yesterday? :::

:::stage (smiles gravely) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Here. You saw the wife of Strooman... :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" What? Was it she who... :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Who made me burn. For her I mourned for many years, And all that time she stood in my memory As she was, the beautiful young girl, When I met her for the first time. Now you two also burn in blind ardor, Now you too stake your lives,... Look, therefore I call out to you: be careful! Wait a moment and think it over; the game is dangerous! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" No, I told the whole tea party just now My firm belief, which cannot waver. :::

:::stage (supplementing) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" That free, true love can defy Habit, age, and need and cares. Well, so be it; it may be true; but look At the matter now from the other side. What love is, no one can explain; What that joyful belief precisely consists of, That two are made for blissful oneness... Look, no one in the world can answer that. But marriage is by nature something practical, And so is engagement, my friend; And it can actually be quite well proven That someone is suited for this or that one. But love makes its choice precisely in the dark, It chooses not a housewife, but a girl; And if now that girl is not suited To be a wife for you...? :::

:::stage (tense) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" What then? :::

:::stage (shrugs) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Then it is lost. A good engagement does not depend on love Alone; many other things come into it, Family members, whom one also loves, And whom one also wishes to see satisfied. And then marriage? Yes, it is like a sea Of demands and expectations, which, alas, Have little more to do with love. Here householdness and quiet virtues are demanded, Here knowledge of cooking and more is demanded, Modesty, a proper sense of duty,... And much else, which in the lady's presence I deem not suitable for further discussion. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" And therefore?... :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" If I may give you advice, Get some experience; look around in life, Where every young couple has their mouth full As if they had received millions. Then they hastily get married; A nest built... now happiness cannot be contained; So it goes on for a while as in a daze; But then the due date comes;... heaven yes! Then the whole house turns out to be a grand bankruptcy! Bankrupt the rosy cheeks of the wife, Bankrupt the blossoms of her maiden dreams, Bankrupt the joyful audacity of him, Bankrupt all the glow of earlier days; Bankrupt, bankrupt the whole beautiful little nest; Yet these two entered life As a love-trading firm of the first class! :::

:::stage (passionately) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" That is a lie! :::

:::stage (imperturbably) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Only recently It was nevertheless truth. It was your own word, When you stood here, and defeated the whole tea party. Then it also sounded: that is a lie! From everyone there; now, I do not take it ill; We all find it less pleasant To hear of death when we are ill. Look at Strooman, he, who composed, wrote poetry, In his love-struck time, with spirit and taste;... Who can be surprised that the man sank so When they entered marriage with such haste? She was created for him as a lover,... But unsuited she was to be his wife. And then the clerk, who wrote good verses? Scarcely was he, by grace, engaged, Or it was over with all the rhyming; And since then the man's Muse lies flat Lulled to sleep by legal paperwork. Thus you see clearly... (looks at Swanhild). Are you cold? :::

:::stage (softly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" Oh no. :::

:::stage (forces himself to a mocking tone) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" And if it always ends with a "minus" Never with a "plus",... why then do you want to stake The capital you manage, in such A doubtful sea-lottery? It almost seems as if you hold that you Are especially created for bankruptcy? :::

:::stage (looks at him, smiling and shakes his head). :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" My audacious Valk,... restrain your mockery,... In two ways one can build the little nest; It can rest on credit of beautiful illusions, With promissory notes on endless future bliss, And on an eternity of youth and life, And on impossibility of gout and snuff... It can also rest on two rosy cheeks, On bright eyes and on beautiful long hair, On the firm belief that everything will remain so And the wig-hour will never strike for us. And it can also rest on enthusiasm and dreams, On flower opulence in barren wilderness, On hearts that keep beating all through life As when they both said the first yes. What does one call such business dealing?... You know it;... That is called humbug... humbug, dear friends! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" I see, you are dangerous... a tempter,... You man of gold... perhaps even a millionaire; While what I possess in this world, Will soon be carried away by two porters. :::

:::stage (sharply) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" What do you mean by that? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" It is obvious; For a solid foundation, I can think, Means money,... the magic means money, Which adorns the head of many a widow of age With a halo of golden glory. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Oh no, that foundation is still something better. It is a quiet, warm flow of the heart Of esteem, friendship, which honors a heart As much as passion's jubilant intoxication. It is a feeling of gladly performed duties, Of tender care, and of a peaceful home, Of self-denial for each other's good, Of watching that no single stone shall hurt The chosen one's foot wherever she goes. It is a gentle hand that heals the wounds, It is man's strength, which quietly willingly bears The balance, not disturbed by time, It is the arm, a faithful support, that lifts gently... That is what I can offer you, Swanhild, For your happiness-building; answer me now.

(Swanhild makes a great effort to speak. Goudstad raises his hand in a warding gesture).

Think well, so that you may not regret it! Choose between us now, freely and consciously. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" And how do you know that... :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" That you love her? That I have read deep in your eyes. Come, tell her now too, that she may decide! (presses his hand). Now I am going inside. Let the game be over now. And dare you promise me on your word To be for her also such a friend for life, As I could be,... (turning to Swanhild). Now well, then you draw A thick line through what I offered. Then I shall still conquer, in all quietness; If only you find happiness; that is what I wanted. (to Valk). And, by the way,... you spoke just now of money; Believe me, that is more than tinsel. I stand alone, have no one in the world; All that is mine shall be yours; I adopt you as my son and her as my daughter. You know, near the border I have an estate; There I shall go. You set up elsewhere, And when the year is up, we shall see each other again... Now you know me; take counsel with yourself, Do not forget that the journey goes downstream, And that it is no game... no enjoyment, reveling;... And now, in heaven's name,... now you must choose!

(He goes into the house. Pause. Valk and Swanhild look at each other timidly). :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" You are so pale. :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" And you so quiet. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Ah yes. :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" He made it hard. :::

:::stage (to himself) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" He took away my strength. :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" How hard he struck! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" He knew how to hit home. :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" It was as if everything around us was sinking, (closer to him). How rich we were, rich in each other, When the whole world had deserted us, When we rose in our thoughts, like the waves Of the surf on the shore, in the quiet night. Then there was courage and strength in our souls, And we saw ourselves united forever;... He came with worldly goods, took away our faith, And sowed doubt,... then everything had to fall! :::

:::stage (wildly energetic) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Tear it all out of your soul! What he has said Is all true for others, not for us! :::

:::stage (shakes head quietly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" The grain once beaten down by hail, Can never again wave in the summer wind. :::

:::stage (anxiously passionate) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes, we can, Swanhild...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" Let also that hope go; When you sow lies, you reap tears. For others, you said? And do you not think That everyone once thought like you and I, That he was the hero who defied the lightning, That no storm could strike him down, And that no mists far away on the horizon, Would ever become a thundercloud. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" The others demanded much from life; I want only your love, only that. Those others shout each louder than the next... I shall support you quietly on strong arms. :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" But if that love itself should fail, That love, on which everything must rest,... Do you then possess what nevertheless ensures happiness? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" No, with my love everything also falls away. :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" And dare you promise me before God solemnly, That it will never hang like a wilted flower, But will smell as today, and continue to bloom Your whole life? :::

:::stage (after a moment) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" That would be a very long time. :::

:::stage (painfully) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" Oh "long", "very long";... oh sad poor word! What does "long" mean when it comes to love? That is its sentence, honeydew on the grain. "Infinite is love in its duration"... That song is nonsense then, instead of that It should be: "Once I loved you"! :::

:::stage (as if lifted by a powerful inspiration). :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" No; thus our day shall not go down, Not languishing behind evening clouds;... No, our sun shall in its full brilliance Be extinguished at noon, like a miracle! :::

:::stage (frightened) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" What do you want, Swanhild? :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" We are children of spring; And after that spring let there never come an autumn, That never the singer fall silent in your soul, Not yearningly long, for where he was born. After that, let not the shroud of winter Ever cover our dead dreams, cold;... And our beautiful, life-joyful love Shall not languish, not gradually weaken, Shall die as it lived, young and strong! :::

:::stage (in deep sorrow) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" And far from you... what is my life then? :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" What would it be without love beside me? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" A home! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" Where happiness fought its death struggle. (forcefully). To be your wife, that was not given to me, That I see now, that I feel and know now! Love as a game I would gladly risk in joy, Through life's seriousness I dare not carry your soul. :::

:::stage (closer and with rising fervor). :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" Now we have rejoiced in spring intoxication; Now no drowsiness, no lying down slack! Now let your spirit surge in song Through cosmic space with young gods fly! And if our future boat should capsize,... One plank remains above water,... I know a way; The bold swimmer beckons light shores! Then let happiness sink into the cold grave; Yet our love shall, God be praised, Still unharmed reach that distant shore! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Oh, I understand you! But to separate thus! Just now when the beautiful world lies open to us,... Here, under blue sky, spring-mild, The same day our covenant was baptized! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" Precisely for that reason it must be. For after this hour It can only go downhill, not again uphill! And woe, if once the day of judgment comes And we stand before our highest judge, And if, righteous God, he demands of us The treasure he lent us for life... Would not then the answer exclude his mercy: "That we lost on the way to the grave!" :::

:::stage (with a firm resolve) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Throw away your ring then! :::

:::stage (ardently) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" Shall I? :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Yes! I understand you! Only on this path can I follow you! As the grave leads to eternal life, Love too is first consecrated to life When it is freed from wild passion's desire, Liberated, when the soul's memory hovers around us! Throw away the ring, Swanhild! :::

:::stage (exultantly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" I have done my duty! I have filled your soul with song and light! Take flight! Now you have lifted yourself up strongly,... And Swanhild has sung her swan song! (she pulls the ring from her finger and presses a kiss on it). Plunge down, my dream, into the deep, salty sea, Until the world's end,... here I make my offering!

(goes to the background, throws the ring into the fjord and returns to Valk with a radiant face).

Now I have lost you for this life,... But for eternity I have won you! :::

:::stage (with force) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" And now to work, both of us, each for himself! On earth we must part ways. Each go his way, each strive without complaint. The fever of the times also seized us; without struggle We desired the reward of victory, The Sabbath rest, but without working days, Though the demand is: strive and endure. :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" But not mourning! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" No,... with the courage of truth. No will-o'-the-wisp threatens us from the bog of punishment; The remembrance, which is our inheritance for life, Shall radiate light, from dark curtain of clouds, Stand like the rainbow in seven colors, As a sign of the covenant between us and God. And in its glow you take up your duties... :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" You go uphill to follow your poetic calling! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" As a poet, yes, for that is every man, In schoolroom, or parliament, or church, Everyone, in high or low station, Who in his work keeps the ideal in sight. Yes, uphill I go; the winged steed is ready; I know, for life my task is consecrated! And now, farewell! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" Farewell! :::

:::stage (embraces her) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" One kiss! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" The last! (tears herself free). Now I can lose you for this life! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Though all the world's lights were extinguished,... The light thought lives; for that is God, :::

:::stage (goes to the background) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" Farewell! (goes further). :::

:::stage (waves his hat) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Farewell!... Yet I cry exultantly glad, God's beautiful love live on earth, hurrah!

(The door is opened. Valk goes to the right; the younger guests come out with cheerful laughter). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE YOUNG GIRLS" Now we shall dance! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ONE OF THEM" Life is a dance! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANOTHER" A flower dance in spring and starlight! :::

:::dialogue speaker="A FEW OTHERS" Yes, dance, dance! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ALL" We never stand still!

(Stiver comes arm in arm with Strooman. Mrs. Strooman and the children following them). :::

:::dialogue speaker="STIVER" Yes, you and I are friends forever. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" And I and you, we fight as one man. :::

:::dialogue speaker="STIVER" As two united powers fight together... :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" The result is for both... :::

:::stage (quickly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STIVER" Use! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" And profit.

(Mrs. Halm, Lind, Anna, Goudstad, and Miss Ekster and the remaining guests come out. All eyes seek Valk and Swanhild. General astonishment as they see them each separately). :::

:::stage (between the aunts, claps her hands together) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" What? Tell me if I dream, or am I awake? :::

:::stage (who has noticed nothing) :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" I may greet my new brother-in-law.

(He, with several other guests, goes towards Valk, but involuntarily takes a step back as he looks at him and exclaims).

What has happened to you? You have like Janus Two faces! :::

:::stage (with a smile) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" I cry, like Montanus: The earth is flat, sirs;... my eye deceived me; Flat as a pancake;... is it better like that? (goes quickly to the right). :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Thank goodness! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE AUNTS" Thank goodness? :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Come, no more talk of it! (goes to Swanhild). :::

:::stage (to her husband) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. STROOMAN" Oh come, thank goodness! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" But is that possible? :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Thank goodness! Thank goodness! (they stand in groups deeper in the garden). :::

:::stage (as if petrified) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STIVER" What? He made a marriage proposal? :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Yes, imagine! He laughed at us, ha, ha,... (they look at each other speechlessly). :::

:::stage (to Lind) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANNA" It serves him right. Phew, it was too bad! :::

:::stage (embraces her) :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Hurrah, now you are completely mine! (they go deeper into the garden). :::

:::stage (looks back at Swanhild) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" Something is broken in this young soul; But what still lives I shall try to heal. :::

:::stage (regains speech and embraces Stiver) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Now you can happily rejoice again That you are engaged to your dear Ekster! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STIVER" And you can year after year see a young Strooman With joy increase your lineage! :::

:::stage (rubs his hands contentedly and looks out for Valk) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" It pleases me, I heartily grant it to him. That serves such a prophet of doom right! (they walk on talking, while Mrs. Halm comes to Swanhild). :::

:::stage (muffled and urgent) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" And truly nothing binds you? :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" No, mother, nothing. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Then you know your duty as a daughter, surely? :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" I agree to everything. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" I thank you, child. (With a gesture towards Goudstad). Do not refuse him... he is rich... and if you have no objection... :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" Yes, I do desire something in this covenant; I want to leave here... :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" That is just what he wants. :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" And time... :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" How long? Think that happiness calls you now. :::

:::stage (with a quiet laugh) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" Oh, not very long; until the leaves fall. :::

:::stage (She goes to the veranda; Mrs. Halm seeks out Goudstad). :::

:::stage (among the guests) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Something, dear friends, we learned today; Though doubt may seriously assail us, The good right of truth overcomes the serpent, And love triumphs. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE GUESTS" It triumphs, yes!

(all couples embrace and kiss each other. To the left, laughter and singing are heard). :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" What is that now? :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANNA" Students! :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" The quartet, That is going to the mountains... and I have completely Forgotten to cancel... :::

:::stage (The students come from the left and stop at the entrance). :::

:::stage (to Lind) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A STUDENT" Here we are! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" Whom are you looking for? Lind perhaps? :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" Yes, that is strange; He is engaged... :::

:::dialogue speaker="AN AUNT" So you understand, That he now has nothing to do in the mountains. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STUDENT" Engaged! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ALL STUDENTS" Congratulations! :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" Thank you, :::

:::stage (to the comrades) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STUDENT" Now our whole plan is ruined. What shall we do now? Our tenor is missing.

VALK (who comes from the right in a summer jacket with student cap, knapsack and stick).

That part I will sing in the young Norwegian choir! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STUDENTS" You, Valk! Hurrah! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" Uphill into God's nature, Like the bee flies out from its winter hive! I carry a string instrument in my breast, A zither with a double row of notes; The one high, vibrates with life's joy, The other sounds beneath, deep and sad. :::

:::stage (to a couple of the students). :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" You have a sketchbook?... You music paper? Good; then swarm like bees in the green foliage... One day we shall return, rich in pollen, To our hive, to our queen!

(Turning to the company, while the students depart and the choir from the first act is heard softly from outside).

Forgive me everything, great and small sins; I too wipe out everything; (softly) but remember! :::

:::stage (in excessive joy) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Look, now my happiness pot is whole again! My wife has hope again... happy expectations... :::

:::stage (pulls him aside whispering). :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" Just now the dear soul told me... :::

:::stage (partly whispering. Audible only:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="STROOMAN" If all goes well... in November... the thirteenth!

STIVER (with Miss Ekster on his arm turns to Valk, smiles triumphantly, and says, pointing to the minister):

I get the hundred thalers--and am going to marry... :::

:::stage (with a mocking bow) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MISS EKSTER" At Christmas I will step into the marriage boat. :::

:::stage (similarly, while she puts her arm in Lind's) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANNA" My Lind stays here, and lets belief be belief... :::

:::stage (hides his embarrassment) :::

:::dialogue speaker="LIND" I seek a position as teacher at a girls' school. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MRS. HALM" I shall teach Anna housekeeping. :::

:::stage (seriously) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GOUDSTAD" I shall begin a discreet poem... About someone who fulfills a sacred duty. :::

:::stage (with a smile over everyone) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VALK" And I rise up to unknown future! Farewell! (muffled to Swanhild).

God bless you, my spring love;... Wherever I go, my work will be with you! :::

:::stage (waves with his cap and follows the students). :::

:::stage (looks after him for a moment and then says quietly but firmly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SWANHILD" Now my young free life is over; Now the leaves fall... now I belong to the world.

(At that moment dance music is played on the piano and champagne corks pop in the background. The gentlemen with their ladies on arm wander about; Goudstad approaches Swanhild and bows to her; she startles for a moment but controls herself and offers him her hand. Mrs. Halm and the nearest relatives, who have followed this scene in suspense, come closer and surround the couple with words and signs of great joy, which are nevertheless drowned out by the music and the merriment of the dancers further in the garden.

But from afar and through the dance music from the heights sounding, rings out strongly and firmly:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STUDENTS' CHOIR" My boat may soon run aground perhaps, But it is still so wonderful to sail! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MOST ON STAGE" Hurrah! :::

:::stage (Dancing and cheering; the curtain falls). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STUDENTS' CHOIR" My boat may soon run aground perhaps, But it is still so wonderful to sail! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MOST ON STAGE" Hurrah! :::

:::stage (Dancing and cheering; the curtain falls). :::

DRAMATIC POEM IN FIVE ACTS

CHARACTERS

Brand. His Mother. Ejnar, a painter. Agnes. The Bailiff. The Doctor. The Dean. The Sexton. The Schoolmaster. Gerd. A Peasant. His Half-Grown Son. Another Peasant. His Wife. Another Woman. A Clerk. Clergymen and Officials. Crowd, Men, Women, and Children. The Tempter in the Wilderness. Choir of Invisible Beings. A Voice.

:::stage The action takes place in our time, partly in and partly near a fjord village on the west coast of Norway. :::

:::stage High up on the snowfields of the mountain range. Thick, heavy fog. Rainy weather and half-darkness. :::

:::stage BRAND (dressed in black, with a staff and knapsack, clambers westward. A peasant and his half-grown son, who accompany him, come after him). :::

:::stage (shouts to Brand) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" Hey, stranger, don't walk so fast! Where are you? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Here! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" You'll soon lose your way! It's so foggy today that one can hardly see farther than one's stick. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SON" Halt! There are crevices here! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" There are chasms here! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" And every trace of a path is gone! :::

:::stage (shouts) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" Stay put! God help us... It's an ice crust as brittle as a glass pane! Hey, don't stamp! :::

:::stage (listening) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I hear the roar of a waterfall. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" A stream has forced its way through here; there's a bottomless abyss... It will cost us our lives, all three! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I must cross it, as I said. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" No man can do that. Turn back... the ground is hollow and brittle... Stay! Your life is at stake! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I must; on orders from my Lord. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" What is that Lord called? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" His name is God. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" And what are you? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" A servant of God. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" That may be true; but this much I know, that if you were dean or even bishop, you would lie dead in the depths before daybreak if you dared to venture further on this undermined crust. :::

:::stage (comes cautiously closer, persuading) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" Listen, even if a man is learned and clever, he cannot do what cannot be done. Turn back; don't be so stubborn and rigid! A man has only one life; and when that's gone, what has he then? There's no house for a mile around... This fog is getting so thick you could cut it with a knife. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" If the fog is thick, then no will-o'-the-wisp lures us from the right path. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" But there are ice lakes all around, dangerous for a human foot. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" We will cross them. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" Cross them? On foot? You'd bitterly regret that. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" One did it nonetheless... if only the faith is real, one can cross dry-shod. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" Yes, in the old days... but whoever tries it now will surely lose his life. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Farewell! (makes to go). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" You're risking your life, I tell you! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" If the Lord God desires my death... then welcome flood, lake, and chasm! :::

:::stage (softly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" He is a true madman! :::

:::stage (half weeping) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SON" Please, father, come! Let us go! More rain and wind are coming! :::

:::stage (stops and comes closer again) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Say, listen, man; you said just now that your daughter lived by the fjord. She sent word that she would soon die... but if she didn't see you again, she would never rest in peace? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" Yes, that's true, God help me! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" And is today the last day? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" Yes. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Can it not wait longer? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" No. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Then come. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" It's impossible. Turn back! :::

:::stage (looks at him intently) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Tell me, would you give a hundred dollars if she could die in peace? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" Oh yes! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Two hundred? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" I would gladly give house and home if it could help her. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" But also your life if it had to be? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" My life? Oh, my dear fellow! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Well? :::

:::stage (scratches behind his ear) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" No, that's asking a bit much... In Jesus' name, please consider, I have a wife and more children at home. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" He whom you mentioned had a mother. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" Yes, that was so long ago... That was a time of many wonders, such as no longer happen now. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Go away. Your life leads to death. You do not know God, God does not know you. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" You are hard! :::

:::stage (pulls him away) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SON" Come, let's go! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" Yes, all right; but he must come with us! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Must I? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" Yes, indeed, for if you stay here in this God-awful weather, and it becomes known, as it always does, that we accompanied you here, then I'll be summoned to court; and if you sink into the ice here, I'll be locked up... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Then you suffer for the Lord's cause. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" That concerns me as little as anyone else; I have enough of my own. Come along! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Farewell! (a dull rumble is heard in the distance). :::

:::stage (screaming) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SON" That's the avalanche! :::

:::stage (to the peasant who has grabbed him by the collar) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Let go! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" No! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Let me go! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SON" Come on! :::

:::stage (wrestles with Brand) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" The devil take me... no! :::

:::stage (wrenches himself free and throws him down in the snow) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Yes; he will do that later too! (goes away). :::

:::stage (gets up, rubbing his arm) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" Ow, ow; that fellow is devilishly strong. He calls that God-pleasing work! (shouts as he stands up). Hey there! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SON" He went over the height. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" Yes, yes, I think I can still see him. (shouts again). Say, listen... do you happen to know where we lost the path? :::

:::stage (in the fog) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" No cross shows you the right path... you are already on the broad road. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" God grant that were true, then I'd get home safe tonight. :::

:::stage (He goes back eastward with his son). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" BRAND (becomes visible a bit higher up and listens in the direction where the peasant disappeared).

They stumble away... You weak slave, if a source of will welled up in your soul, if it were only strength that failed, I would shorten the way for you; dead tired, with wounded feet, I would have carried you lightly and gladly... But help is wasted on a man who also does not want what he cannot do. (comes further forward). Life; oh, it's terrible how much good people love it! How every wretch clings to life, as if the fate of the world or the salvation of all souls rested on his scrawny shoulders. They want to sacrifice, oh, certainly! But their life, no, that must be spared! (smiles as at a memory).

As a boy, there were two things that made me double up with laughter, and also earned me a beating from the old schoolmarm, that grump. I thought of an owl that shunned the dark, and a fish with a fear of water. I laughed loudly, wanted to banish the image, but it clung to my mind... How did that convulsive laughter arise in me? Through a darkly felt chasm that separates things as they are from what things ought to be? Between that: that we must bear, and our burden proves too heavy...

And almost everyone here, sick or healthy, is like an owl or a fish. One, created for dark work, is also destined to live in night... and it is precisely that which he fears. He flutters anxiously along the shore, he shuns his own starry cell and calls for light and sunshine! :::

:::stage (stops a moment, starts, and listens) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEASANT" What was that? It sounded like singing, yes, it is singing mixed with laughter. Listen... now a hurrah, and a second... a third... fourth... fifth time!

The sun breaks through. The mist grows lighter. I can see the wide plains again. Over there stands the merry group in the morning light, on a high flower meadow; to the west the broad shadow falls. Now they take leave with a handshake. Now they part. The others turn eastward; westward go two: there they wave a last farewell with hats, veils, scarves, hands.

(The sun breaks through the mist more and more. He stands for a while looking at those coming up from below).

It's as if light radiates around those two, as if the mist tears open, the heath softly enfolds their feet and the sun smiles at them! Surely brother and sister, hand in hand, they hop over heather bushes. Look, the girl barely touches the ground, and he is as supple as a twig. There she runs away! She is gone again now, quickly he meant to catch her... Their running becomes a merry game... And listen, their laughter sounds like singing!

(Ejnar and Agnes, in light traveling clothes, both warm, with rosy cheeks, come playing over the height forward. The mist has lifted. A clear summer morning shines over the mountains). :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Agnes, my wonderfully beautiful butterfly, I want to catch you playfully! I spin a net of small meshes, and the meshes are my songs. :::

:::stage (dances backwards in front of him and continually escapes him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" If I am a little butterfly, small and delicate, then I want to hang on the heath flowers, and if you are a boy who likes to play, chase me... but you may not catch me! :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Agnes, my wonderfully beautiful butterfly, the mesh net is already spun; your fluttering flight won't help you anymore, soon the net will have conquered you. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" If I am a young and fine little butterfly, then I also want to play and hover; but if you catch me in the spun net, then I must tremble for my little wings! :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" No, carefully I will place you on my hand, will keep you deep in my heart, there you can play your whole life long, as happy as ever in your childhood!

(Without seeing it, they have come to a steep abyss and now stand right at the edge). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Halt! Halt! There is an abyss! :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Huh? Who calls there? :::

:::stage (points upward) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Look! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Save yourselves in time! You are at the edge of an abyss; it's only loose snow that lies on it! :::

:::stage (throws his arms around Agnes and laughs) :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" That's no danger for her and me! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Life lies before us like a game! :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" We are granted a sunshine that will only fade in a hundred years. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Is the game over only then? Oh, come now! :::

:::stage (waves her scarf) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Then we will play in the heavens blue! :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" First a hundred years in a frenzy of joy, with festive lights every night... a hundred-year love game... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" And then...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Then homeward to heaven again! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Oh, do you come from there just now? :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Of course; from where else? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Yes, that is to say, most recently we came up from the valley over there. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I thought I saw you standing just now down at the water's edge. :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Yes, just there we parted just now from our friends and companions, sealing precious memories with handshakes, embraces, kisses. Come join us here! I will tell you how good God has been to me... then you will understand my happiness...! Come, don't stand there like a stone statue! Come on, come alive!... So I may bear it. I am a painter, you see, and it was already a beautiful gift to give my thoughts the power to depict life colorfully, as he makes butterflies from larvae. But the most beautiful thing was that God gave me Agnes as my bride! I just returned from the sunny South, where I traveled with my paint box... :::

:::stage (with fervor) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Happy as a king, fresh, full of courage... and knows a thousand new songs! :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Just as I was passing through the valley here, she was also here visiting a friend. She needed fresh air and sun and dew and pine scent. I was driven by a urge upward to the mountains. It sang in me: Up! seek beauty in heath and pines, forest and stream, in the play of clouds, and the blue vault!... Then I painted my masterpiece! A rosy blush on her cheek, a pair of eyes radiating happiness, a smile that pierced the heart... :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" But you saw only half of what you made... you reveled blindly in pleasure, and one fine day stood ready for the journey again, with staff and knapsack... :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Then I thought suddenly: Well, that's good! I haven't even formally asked her! Hurrah! I asked her, got her answer, and with that the matter was sound! Our old doctor was so happy he hardly knew what to do. For three days we celebrated, with song and dance in our honor; authorities, clergy, and everyone young came as guests. We left the place last night. But the celebration was not over yet... With flags and pennants, green garlands, into the forest and up the mountains, and the whole troop came with us. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" That trip outside was a dance. Then two by two... then in a row. :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" We drank wine as sweet as must... :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" And our singing rang through the night... :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" And even the mist, so thick and dense, sweetly gave way to our procession! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" And where now...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Straight ahead, to town. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" To my parents' home. :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" But first over the last peaks; then down, westward; on Aegir's steam horse, steaming, snorting, we go home for the wedding feast... and then southward, the two of us, like swans on their first flight...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" And there...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" A joyful married life, beautiful as a dream, as a delicate fairy tale; for, you know, on that Sunday morning, even without a priest, our young lives were consecrated in the open field to a jubilant feast, free from care. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" By whom? :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" By all the good friends. They banished every storm cloud that might threaten the green cottage, with drinking and clinking. And every word that warned of storm or strife was kissed away; thus we were consecrated with greenery and flowers as children of joy. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Farewell then! (makes to go). :::

:::stage (stops and looks at him more closely) :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" No, wait a moment! I think there's something familiar about your face... :::

:::stage (coolly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" No, I am a stranger to you. :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" And yet it's as if I can recall your face from school or home... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" From school, yes, we were friends when I was a boy; now I am a man. :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" It can't be that you are...? (suddenly shouts). Brand! Yes, it's really you! I recognize you! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I recognized you at once. :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" What a meeting! Welcome here! Look at me! Yes, still the same old self, still enough for yourself, as when you shyly avoided the wild and rowdy games of your comrades. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I was also a stranger in the group. Yet I think I liked you, but all those others from the south are of a different metal than I, who first saw light on a steep headland, shaded by a bare rock. :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Your village is somewhere around here, isn't it? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" My path goes through it just now. :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Just through it? So? Further on? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Yes, further away... past my home. :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" What are you, then? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I am a curate. Like the hare in the pine forest, I am at home here and there. :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" And where is the journey going now? :::

:::stage (quickly and harshly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Don't ask me that! :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Why? :::

:::stage (in a different tone) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Oh well! The ship waiting for you both down there will also carry me far from here. :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" My Aegir's steam horse? Well, come on! Say, Agnes, he's traveling with us! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Yes, but a funeral feast is my goal. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" A funeral feast? :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Who is being buried? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" The God you worship so highly. :::

:::stage (recoils) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Come, Ejnar! :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Brand! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" That tyrant, that slave-god of the slave herd, is being put into the grave, and preferably in broad daylight. It is more than time, for one who has been ailing for more than a thousand years. :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Brand, you are ill! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Healthy and fresh as that spruce over there, as the blooming forest; but it is the present generation that is sick, in need of healing. You want only jest and play and laughter, a bit of believing but not seeing... want to lay all pleasure and woe on him who came, you are told, and took the punishing judgment upon himself. He wore a crown of thorns for you, and therefore you can now dance freely... Yes, dance... but where are you dancing to? That, my friend, remains to be seen! :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" I understand! It's the new song, much loved in village and town. You must be of the new doctrine that calls life dust and nonsense, that makes people afraid of hell and drives them into sackcloth and ashes. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" No, I am no apostle of repentance. I do not speak in the name of the church; I hardly know if I am a Christian; but I do know that I am a man, and certainly that I see the disease that is draining the marrow from the whole land. :::

:::stage (smiles) :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" I have never heard that our good country is suddenly famous for an excess of joie de vivre! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" No, they do not rejoice too much... If only that were so, it would be fine; let a man be a slave to pleasure... but then let him be it permanently. Do not be today and yesterday one thing and something else next year. Be what you are, fully, wholly, not half, not piecemeal divided. A pure image is a bacchant, a drunkard his mocking counterpart... Silenus is a magnificent figure, a drinker his caricature. Just go around here in this land with open ear and open eye, and you will see how everyone is a little bit of everything. On Sunday a little serious, a little pious... according to old custom, a little keen on carousing... that was our fathers' way as well... a little warm when there is feasting and songs ring out for the small but rock-faithful rock people, who never bowed under the yoke... a little light with promises... a little cunning when sober he must keep the given word, which he gave at a drinking bout. But everything in a minimum. His faults, virtues do not go far; he is a fraction in great and small; but the worst is... from every fraction each part cancels the rest. :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Well, your complaints about the people I'll say yes and amen to; but I don't see what that has to do with him whom you want to bury... the God I still worship. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" You are a painter, are you not? Show me the God you speak of. I hear you have painted him, to the deep emotion of many. He is surely old, or am I wrong? :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Well...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Of course. And also gray? And thin-haired, as old men are, with a beard like silver thread or ice... benevolent, but still stern enough to send a child to bed. Whether you also gave him slippers I leave for now; but I would also put glasses on him and a skullcap on his head. :::

:::stage (angrily) :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" What is that supposed to mean? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" That is no mockery; for that is exactly what he looks like, the household god of our land, our people. Just as the Roman Catholics make their Savior into a suckling, here the Godhead is made into a pitiful old man, almost childish from old age. Just as the Pope on Peter's chair soon only holds the keys, here the world kingdom of our Lord is locked up in cold churches. One separates faith and doctrine from life, and no one strives for true being; one tries to elevate themselves spiritually, but not to live fully and freely. For such contortions one needs a God who can see through his fingers... a God who grows gray like humans, an image with a skullcap and mane... But that God is not mine! Mine is storm, theirs is wind... unbending, where theirs is deaf... all-living, where theirs is blunt. And he is young, like Hercules... No old, gray Grandpapa! His voice resounded like thunder when, in the burning bush, as fire he stood before Moses on Horeb's top, like a giant before the dwarf folk. The sun stood still at his command in the valley of Gibeon. Many wonders he did, and would still do, if only the generation were not as lax as you! :::

:::stage (with an uncertain laugh) :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" So it must be different now? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" It will be, I tell you, as surely as I know that I came into the world as a doctor for its sickness and need. :::

:::stage (shakes his head) :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Do not extinguish the flame, even if it smolders before the light clearly shows you the way; do not wipe the old words from the language before you have made new ones! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" It is not about something new for me. I want only the right of the eternal. It is not dogmas and churches that I want to uphold with my work; for both had a beginning, and therefore it could also be that an end would come to both... Everything that once was must one day pass away; be it by worms or by moths, and according to normal course make room for a new form. But there is something that remains... that is the never-created spirit, once lost in Paradise, redeemed by him who, undaunted, in holy faith, built the bridge from flesh to the primal source of spirit. Now that too is slackened, decayed... thanks to people's view of God... Yet from these stumps of souls, these fragments of spirit, these heads, these hands, a whole must again arise, so that God may recognize his man, his finest work, the patriarch Adam, young and strong! :::

:::stage (breaking off) :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Farewell. It is best that we take leave now. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" You go westward, then I north. Two roads lead to the goal, and both are equally narrow. Farewell! :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Farewell. :::

:::stage (turns around while Ejnar descends) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Separate light from vapor. Remember that life is an art. :::

:::stage (defensively) :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" You turn everything upside down; I'll stick to my old God! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Paint him with crutches then. I'm putting him in his grave! (goes over the height). :::

:::stage (Ejnar stands gazing silently after Brand) :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" AGNES (stands for a moment as if dazed; then she starts suddenly, looks around anxiously and asks:)

Is the sun gone? :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" It's just a cloud that hid it; now it shines again. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" The wind is cold. :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" It was just a gust that swept over a high peak. Here we descend. :::

:::stage (pointing south) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" That mountain over there stood so black and high just now, not like this. :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" You didn't see it then because of play and song, before he scared you. But let it go its own way; we'll take up the old game again. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" No, not now; I am so tired. :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Yes, actually I am too... and going downhill is not as easy as up there on the flat field. But wait, once we are in the valley we will dance twice as hard... yes, ten times wilder than ever before he crossed our path here. Look, Agnes, look over there, that blue where the sun shines so brilliantly. Then it is wrinkled, then smooth again, in silver sheen or amber glow; that is the great fresh sea you see in the distance! And do you also see the dark smoke rising in curls into the air? And can you see that black dot that is now turning around the cape? That is the boat... yours and mine! Now they are just sailing into the fjord! Tonight they will sail away again to sea, with you and me on board!... Now it is shrouded in mist again... Say, Agnes, did you see how beautifully sea and sky colored themselves? :::

:::stage (looks as if staring straight ahead and says:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Yes. But tell me whether...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" What? :::

:::stage (without looking at him and muted as in a church) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" It was as if he grew while speaking! :::

:::stage (She descends the mountain path. Ejnar follows her). :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" A path along a projecting mountain wall with a wild abyss further to the right. Above and behind the mountain one sees high peaks and snow.

BRAND (comes up the path, begins to descend and stops halfway on a projecting rock and looks into the depths).

Yes, I recognize the place again! Every boathouse, every hut, slopes and birch plantations, and the old brown church, alder groves along the water... I can remember everything. But everything seems grayer to me, smaller too, than when I was a child; and the snow cap on the mountain over there hangs even lower over the village, has taken another strip from the cramped sky, leans and threatens, makes darkness, presses... steals still more away from the sun. :::

:::stage (sits down and looks far ahead) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" And the fjord. Was it also so ugly and narrow back then? The weather is squally. For the wind, a ship runs with full sails. Southward, behind boat and jetty, I see in the gray shadow on the shore, a reddish-brown house!... It is the widow's farm! Old farm! Once my home. All the past presses in on me. There on the seashore among stones lived a lonely child's soul...

Weighs on me like a burden of oppression, that I too am still related to the spirit that seeks the earth, not the innermost being. What glorious things I have willed now float as in a mist. Courage and strength are taken from me, my soul is powerless, my grip weak; here so close to the old house again I see myself as a stranger... so awakens tamed, chained, Samson in Delilah's lap. :::

:::stage (looks again into the depths) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" What is that bustle over there? From every house and farm women, men, children stream... Behind slopes and rocks the long rows slide, appear again suddenly... All moving toward the old church. :::

:::stage (stands up) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Oh, I know you so well by heart, lax souls, sluggish of spirit! All your Lord's Prayer does not contain so much willpower, no, not so much spiritual drive, that from it rises to heaven soundingly like a voice, something more than the fourth petition! Which is after all the slogan of the people, which has now become the battle cry. Deeply engraved in all hearts, torn from context, it is now like a wreck of your whole faith, battered by the storm!... Away from this stuffy mess! A sickly smell of corpses reigns all around... Here a flag can never wave freely, fresh and cheerfully!

(makes to leave, a stone is thrown from above and rolls down the path to right in front of his foot). :::

:::stage (shouts upward) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Hey there! Who's throwing stones?

(Gerd, a fifteen-year-old girl, is walking on the mountain ridge, her apron full of stones). :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" I hit him! Ha! (throws again). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Child, stop that game! :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" There he sits, truly unharmed, Swaying on a dry branch! (throws again and shouts). There he comes again, wretched creature! Help! Hoo! He's spreading his claws! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" In heaven's name...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" Quiet! Who are you? Stand still! Stand still! Now he flies away. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Who flies? :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" Didn't you see that hawk? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Here? No. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" That wild bird? That one, with his crest slicked down, And eyes rimmed in red and yellow! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Where are you going? :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" I'm going to church. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Then we can go together. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" Together? No, my way is there. (points up). :::

:::stage (points down) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" But the church is down there? :::

:::stage (laughs at him contemptuously and points down) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" That one? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Yes, certainly. Come. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" It's stuffy there! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Stuffy? Why? :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" It's so small. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Where have you seen a bigger one? :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" A bigger one? Oh, I know it well. Farewell! (goes up the height). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Are you going to church up there? That leads to a high, wild summit. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" Come with me, then you'll see A church built of ice and snow! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Of ice and snow! Now I know! As a boy I heard of it. There among steep peaks An ice cave must be found. The ice church, I think it was called. All sorts were told about it; The floor is a frozen lake, The roof is of avalanche snow Stretched wide, from wall to wall, As a vault over it. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" Yes, it looks like ice and rock... Fine by me... it's still a church. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Don't go there; one gust of wind And the crust breaks; the vault collapses; A shout, a shot is enough... :::

:::stage (without listening to him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" Come on, a herd of reindeer Has slid down there, only gets free In spring, with the great thaw. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Don't go there, danger threatens! :::

:::stage (points down) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" Don't go there; it's stuffy! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" God be with you! :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" Better come along! Avalanche and waterfall sing there, The wind preaches loudly over the ice field, It makes you hot and then cold again. And the hawk never comes in; He lands on the Black Peak,... There he sits, that gallows bird, Like the weathercock on the church spire. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Wild is your path, and wild your soul,... Like the sound of a cracked lute. What is bad remains bad, in short,... Evil can sometimes turn to good. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" There I hear his wing-beat again! Now I'm going away and quickly home! In that church I am safe... Farewell! There he comes, furious again! Go away! I'm throwing stones, you hear! If you strike at me, I'll strike back! (flees up the mountain). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" That was also a child of the church. In the valley,... or above, who does best? Who rushes forward with wild speed, Who wanders farthest from home and hearth,... Levity crowned with green, Dancing playfully along the abyss, Or sluggishness, slow and plodding, Because that's how it must be,... Or wild and far-reaching error, That it mistakes evil for good?... Well then, to battle, to bitter battle, That triad be doomed to death! I see my calling, shining, proud, Like sunlight falling through a chink! I know my task; that triad must Be destroyed, and the world's woe atoned. When it is laid in the grave, The world's plague will cease from this generation! On, soul! Seize the bright sword! With might To battle for the heavenly offspring! :::

:::stage (he descends to the village). :::

END OF THE FIRST ACT

:::stage Down at the fjord, enclosed by steep mountain walls. On a small height close to the fjord lies the old dilapidated church. A storm is approaching. :::

:::stage People, men, women and children, partly on the shore, partly gathered in groups on the heights. The Bailiff sits on a stone in their midst. A clerk assists him in distributing corn and provisions. Ejnar and Agnes stand a little further away, surrounded by a crowd of people. Several boats lie on the sand left dry by the ebb tide. Brand comes down from the church hill without being noticed by the crowd. :::

:::stage (forces his way through the crowd) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A MAN" Make way! :::

:::dialogue speaker="A WOMAN" I was first! :::

:::stage (pushes her aside) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" Get away! :::

:::stage (pushes forward to the Bailiff). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" Look here; give me something quick in my bag! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Patience. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" Impossible; I must go home; There are four or five gasping there! :::

:::stage (jokingly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Don't you even know the exact number? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" One was dying when I left. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" But wait. Are you on the list? (leafs through his papers). No;... yes, after all. That's your luck. (to the clerk). Give number thirty his share... Yes, good people, be patient! Nils Snemyr? :::

:::dialogue speaker="A MAN" Yes! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" You get today Only three-quarters of what you usually get. There are fewer now. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" Oh yes,... Just yesterday my wife Ragnhild died. :::

:::stage (makes a note) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" One less. That's always something. (to the man who is leaving). But don't go right away again Get into a second marriage! :::

:::stage (chuckles) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CLERK" He, he! :::

:::stage (sharply) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" What are you laughing at? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CLERK" I laugh because His Honor is so funny today. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Funny it's not otherwise here; But jesting sometimes drives away a tear. :::

:::stage (comes forward from the crowd with Agnes) :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" I have emptied all my pockets. My purse, my wallet, everything empty! I come aboard like a beggar, Take my watch as a pledge. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Yes, you came at the right hour. What I could collect is not much; That doesn't go far, you can imagine, Where an empty hand, a half-full mouth, Still must give up their bit To those who have nothing to eat. :::

:::stage (catches sight of Brand and points to him). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Someone else! Welcome! Have you heard Of famine and flood, Then open your purse and knapsack. We gladly accept everything. The supply is almost exhausted;... Five little fish don't make a meal In this poverty-stricken wilderness. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Ten thousand baskets distributed In the name of an idol, do not help. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" I did not ask you for words. For an empty stomach, words are stone. :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" You do not know what the people here suffered So long in bitter famine. A year of disasters, Brand, and woe, There lie dead... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I see it well; From all those sunken eyes Speaks the punishing judgment from above. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" And yet you remain as hard as stone! :::

:::stage (steps among the crowd and says emphatically) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" When life here was calm and meager, And dragged slowly with daily hardship, I pitied the struggle for bread. He who must crawl on his knees Feels the beast awaken in his soul. When the days pass dull and quiet Like a funeral procession, slow, step by step, One easily thinks: oh, we Are erased from the Lord's book. But He showed Himself good to you, He drove fear of death into your blood,... And scourges you with terror and fright; What He gave you, He takes back... :::

:::stage (interrupt him threateningly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SEVERAL VOICES" He mocks our fear and distress! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Does he mock us, who gave you bread? :::

:::stage (shakes his head) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Oh, could I with all my heart's blood Quench you like a fountain of life, I would let it flow like a stream, Until every vein was dry and empty. But it would be a sin to help here! God wants to lift you from the mire;... A true people,... though scattered and weak... Draws marrow and strength even from misfortune; The spirit becomes clear, rises up, The veiled eye grows sharp of sight, The weak will becomes strong and bold, Sees victory in the offing; But if need begets no noble mind, Then the people are not worth their salvation! :::

:::dialogue speaker="A WOMAN" A storm is coming over the sea, It's as if his word has lured it! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANOTHER" He provokes the Lord! I tell you! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" No, your God works no more miracles! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMEN" Look at the weather! Look! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VOICES IN THE CROWD" Drive him away With stones! Kill him, the brute!

(The crowd presses threateningly around Brand. The Bailiff steps between them. A woman, wild, with torn clothes, comes hastily down from the height). :::

:::stage (calls out to the crowd) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" In Jesus' name, who will help me! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" What is it? Tell me what's wrong... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" I want no money or bread now! The worst fate has befallen me! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" What then? Speak up! Then? Speak! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" I cannot! Where can I find a priest?... Help and comfort! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" There is none here... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Lost, God! Oh, that I had never been born! :::

:::stage (comes closer) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" A clergyman may possibly be here. :::

:::stage (seizes his arm) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Let him come then, do not delay! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Tell me what's wrong, then he will come. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Over there across the water... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Well? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" My husband... Three children starving... nothing in the house,... Say no, say no,... he is not damned! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Speak first. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" My breast was empty... dried up; No one helped us, no God helped us. The youngest struggling with death... He could bear it no longer... struck it dead...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Struck it dead...! :::

:::stage (appalled) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PEOPLE" His child! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" But then, at once He looked with horror on his deed! Remorse rose like a flood; And he laid hands on himself... Come, save his soul, despite storm and current! He cannot live, fears death, With the little corpse in his arms he lies there And screams and calls on the Devil! :::

:::stage (quietly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Yes, that is terrible. :::

:::stage (pale) :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" How can it be! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" The man does not belong to my district. :::

:::stage (shortly to the crowd) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Untie a boat and put me across! :::

:::dialogue speaker="A MAN" Now, in this weather! No one would risk it! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" A path goes around the fjord... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" No, no,... That is no longer passable; I came along it, but the water swept The plank away right behind me! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Untie the boat. :::

:::dialogue speaker="A MAN" It's impossible; The tide sweeps over rock and shore! :::

:::stage (points to the opposite shore) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A SECOND MAN" There comes a piece of mountain down! The whole fjord full of dust and smoke. :::

:::dialogue speaker="A THIRD" It's a storm, thunder and gale, The Provost himself would absolve you of duty! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" A sinner's soul, near death, Waits not for weather, or wind, or tide! (goes down to the boat and hoists the sail). Will you risk the boat? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OWNER" Very well... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Good. Who will risk his life too? :::

:::dialogue speaker="A MAN" I'm not coming. :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANOTHER" Nor I. :::

:::dialogue speaker="SEVERAL" You're heading straight into death! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Oh, your God helps no one forward; But mine is aboard with me! :::

:::stage (wringing her hands) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" He dies in sin! :::

:::stage (calls from the boat) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" One single man, To bail the water, handle the sail, Is enough. Come, give more Than you already did, give your very self! :::

:::stage (stepping back) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SEVERAL" Don't demand such a thing! :::

:::stage (threateningly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A SINGLE VOICE" Get out of the boat! That is tempting the Lord too far! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SEVERAL VOICES" It's getting worse! :::

:::dialogue speaker="OTHERS" The line breaks!

BRAND (clings on with the boat hook and calls to the strange woman).

Good; you come then; but come quickly! :::

:::stage (stepping back) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" I! When no one else...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Leave them! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" I cannot! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Cannot? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" My children at home... :::

:::stage (laughs) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Sand is the ground you build on!

AGNES (turns quickly to Ejnar with flushed cheeks, lays her hand on his arm and says:)

O Ejnar, do you hear? :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" He is strong! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Thank God! Then you know your duty too! (calls to Brand). Look! Here is someone! He is worthy To go with you for the holy work! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Come then! :::

:::stage (pale) :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" I! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Go! I give you up! I was blind before, now I see clearly! :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Before I met you, I would gladly have Dedicated myself to death with him... :::

:::stage (trembling) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" But now...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Life is too precious;... I cannot now! :::

:::stage (stepping back) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" What are you saying? Cannot? :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" I must not! :::

:::stage (with a cry) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Through that word, O God! Between us has arisen with stormy force A wild ocean! (to Brand). I will come with you! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Good; come along then! :::

:::stage (upset as she jumps into the boat) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMEN" Help, Jesus! :::

:::stage (grasps after her in despair) :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Agnes! :::

:::stage (comes running) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WHOLE CROWD" Halt! Come back! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Where is your house? :::

:::stage (points) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" There, at the very end,... Yonder, high up, behind that black cliff! :::

:::stage (The boat pushes off from land). :::

:::stage (calls after her) :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Think of your mother, everyone at home! Oh, save yourself! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" God is aboard!

(The boat sails out. The people gather on the heights and watch it with great suspense). :::

:::dialogue speaker="A MAN" He's already rounding the point! :::

:::dialogue speaker="A SECOND" No! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIRST" Yes! He's already got it behind him! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SECOND" A squall! Ha, that catches them! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Look! He's taking off his hat! :::

:::dialogue speaker="A WOMAN" Like raven-black wings His wet hair flies in the wind! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIRST MAN" And everything boils and steams! :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" What was That cry that cut through the storm? :::

:::dialogue speaker="A WOMAN" It came from the mountains. :::

:::stage (points to the height) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A SECOND" There stands Gerd, She laughs and cheers from above! :::

:::dialogue speaker="FIRST WOMAN" Now she blows on a goat's horn! And throws stones downwards! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SECOND WOMAN" There she throws the horn away again And trumpets through her hollow hand! :::

:::dialogue speaker="A MAN" Yes, blow and shout, wild witch, That man will withstand your arts! :::

:::dialogue speaker="A SECOND" With him at the helm, I dare henceforth Go along in worse weather. :::

:::stage (to Ejnar) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIRST" What is he? :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" A clergyman. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SECOND" Whatever He may be,... he is a man! In him there is courage and strength and pride. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIRST" That would be a teacher for us! :::

:::stage (They disperse over the heights). :::

:::stage (gathers his books and papers) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" It's in any case unseemly To meddle in that affair, And without necessity to intervene, To risk one's life,... I do my duty too, to be sure,... But always within my district. :::

:::stage (exit). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Outside the hut on the high headland. It is clear day. The water lies still and bright.

Agnes sits down on the shore. Shortly after, Brand comes out of the door. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" He is dead. Released from all Fear and dread of the Judgment, He now lies with calm features Quiet and serene, How can a thin illusion Turn night into such a day Of his hellish crime he saw Only the outer side,... That which can be expressed,... That which hands can grasp,... Which presses its brand on his name,... His offense against the dead child. But the two, who full of fear Staring with wide eyes, Like cowering birds, Crouched in the chimney corner,... Only saw how he acted Without understanding what,... They, whose soul was made a stain Branded there, never to be erased, Which does not wear away with time, Even if they one day become graybeards,... They whose life stream must flow From that terrible memory,... Who in the shadow of his misdeed Must grow, become human,... Never the gruesome vision Can burn out of their brains... Those two he could not think of,... Not of them, to whom he left his inheritance, The fateful one,... And from them perhaps will issue Many still to sin and guilt... Why? Unfathomable word: They are children of his blood! What is erased in silence? What made even with gentle hand? Where does accountability begin For the parents' spiritual inheritance? What a judgment day, what a judge, When once the day of Judgment comes! Who shall judge, who bear witness, Where everyone is guilty; Who dares show there the old Worn-out document? Will the answer then be accepted: All guilt lies with my father?... Dizzyingly dark riddles, No one can solve you! But the mass, without thinking, Dances on the brink of the abyss. All souls should tremble,... But not one in a thousand sees What a mountain of guilt accumulates From the little word: life.

(Several men from the people appear from behind the house and approach Brand). :::

:::dialogue speaker="A MAN" So we meet here again. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" He needs no more help. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" He himself is now freed, saved; But inside there are still three... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" And then? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" Of the little that we ourselves Were given, here is something for them... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" If you gave everything,... but not your life, Then know, you have given nothing. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" If he who is now dead Had suffered want today, Called for help from his boat, I would have risked my life for him. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" But spiritual need is not worth that? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" We toil hard, remember that. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Then turn your whole soul away From sunshine and starlight; Do not look, as now, with your left eye Upward, while you turn the right Toward the mire, where with bent back You press the yoke on your own shoulders. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" I thought you would advise us To free ourselves from the yoke. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Yes, if only it were possible! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" It is in your power. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I would...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" So many have already spoken And shown us the way before;... They pointed, but you walked that way. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" You mean that...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" A thousand words not As much effect as one deed. We come here in the name of the village;... What we lack is precisely a man. :::

:::stage (restlessly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" What do you want then...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" Come here to us As our minister. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" Surely you know that we are without one? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Oh yes, it's true... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" In former times The village here was large, now it is small. Misery came with crop failure, Through diseases both people and livestock died, And poverty struck everyone down; Need sang every soul to sleep. Then food became scarce and expensive here... And we lost our minister! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Ask what you will, only not this! A heavy duty rests upon me. For me, life's pressure moves, For me, the world's open ears. What should I do here? Here among rocks Imprisoned, the voice has no power. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" Where the word is echoed by the rocks, Its sound lasts longer. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Who locks himself in a dark grave When the wide land beckons and calls? Who goes to plow sand and stone When fertile land lies at hand? Who wants to harvest fruit from pits When young trees stand full of fruit? Who toils away in daily drudgery When the light of a Seer glows within him? :::

:::stage (shakes his head) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" I understood your deed,... not your word. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Ask me nothing more! Aboard, aboard! (makes to go). :::

:::stage (blocks his way) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" Is the work you strive for, The calling that awaits you yonder, So precious then? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" My very life Is that work to me! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" Then stay with us! (with emphasis). If you gave everything,... but not your life, Then know, you have given nothing. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" There is something one cannot give; That is one's innermost self. One may not bind the stream, lead it, Nor stem the spirit's calling drive,... It will go on, toward the great sea. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" Even if it dies in a swamp,... As dew it still reaches the sea. :::

:::stage (looks at him sharply) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Who taught you to speak like that? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" You yourself did, in the storm's roar, When the wild sea swept over the land, You, defying storm and sea, entrusted your life To a thin plank, For a poor sinner's soul in need. Then many a soul trembled, Now cold, now warm, like sun and wind; Then it was like awakening bells... Perhaps by morning all is gone; Then we lower the festive flag That you have hoisted for us. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Where strength is lacking, nothing can arise. (harshly). He who cannot be what he must,... Let him then be in earnest what he can; Let him be wholly a man of this earth. :::

:::stage (looks at him a moment and says:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" Woe to you, who going out, extinguishes the light; Woe to us, to whom the light briefly rose! :::

:::stage (He goes away; the others follow him silently). :::

:::stage (looks after them for a long time) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Silently, with bent necks, The quiet troop goes home. Heavy heads, sluggish feet, Dragging themselves wearily and sadly; Each as if burdened with grief, Walks as if threatened with a rod, Walks like all mankind's father, Once driven from Paradise,... Walks, like him, with guilty forehead, Stares, like him, into darkness,... Bears, like him, acquired knowledge... Of his blindness the loss; People I wanted, overbold, Create new and whole and pure;... That... an image of guilt-consciousness, Not of God... have I brought forth... Away to wider horizons, For a hero there is no room here!

(he is about to go, but stops as he sees Agnes sitting on the shore).

See her sitting there listening, As if she heard harp tones. Listening she sat in the boat too, When it cut through the surf,... Listening she clung fast, Listening she shook the spraying Sea foam from her pure forehead, It is as if she does not listen with her ears But with her eyes. (approaches her). Are they, girl, perhaps the bends Of the fjord, that your eyes follow...? :::

:::stage (without looking around) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Neither the shore here, nor the water; Both are hidden from my eye. But a greater world I see, Clear white arching against the blue. Seas I see, broad streams, Sunshine shimmering through mist; See around cloud-wrapped peaks Purple flames playing light; See an endlessly barren plain,... Tall palms bending, waving Green crowns in the sharp gust, Casting dark shadow from them. Nowhere life... desolate and abandoned, Like a world, new, in creation; And I hear words sounding aloud, I hear voices speaking to me: It means your death or your deliverance;... Carry out what I charge you: To make this world live! :::

:::stage (carried away) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Say what more you see! :::

:::stage (places her hands on her breast) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Within me I feel forces fermenting and pressing, I feel springs surging and swelling, I see a new day dawning. Like a wide world spreads From my heart, in all directions, And I hear voices commanding me To make this world live. All my thoughts that shall become, Every deed I shall do lives there, Whispers, breathes, gladly awakening, As if the hour of birth were past; And I feel, more than I see yonder, Him above rising, Loving with deep sorrow; Light and soft like the morning blush, And yet sorrowful unto death; And I hear words sounding aloud: You must create and yourself revive; It means your death or your deliverance... Carry out what I charge you! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" In you, in you! Yes that is it! That is where it points. That is the direction, The heart itself,... that is the world, Which, reborn, is ripe for God; Where the vulture of the will must die, New Adam sees the light. Let the world then go its way, Under toil or song;... But if we come into collision... If my work threatens it,... Then, by God, then I strike! Room on the whole wide earth To be wholly oneself,... That is what every man may demand, And I ask no other right! :::

:::stage (ponders a moment and then says:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" To be wholly oneself!... But one's inherited burden? (stands up and looks out). Who is she who comes yonder Stumbling over rough heights, Bent and stiff, head bowed? She stops briefly, panting, Supports herself to keep from falling, Grabs with her thin fingers Hastily into her deep pockets, As if she carried a treasure. Around her meager, dry bones Hangs loosely, like feathers, the dress; Crooked like claws are her hands; Looks like an eagle, nailed fast, Hanging in a storehouse. :::

:::stage (suddenly alarmed). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" What an icy chill of remembrance, What an atmosphere of the sad past Quivers chillingly around that woman there,... Quivers even more chillingly within me...? Great God! It is my mother!

BRAND'S MOTHER (comes up, stops on the hill, half visible, holds her hands shielding her eyes and looks around).

He must be here. (comes closer). Ugh, that sunlight! The devil take it... it makes me half blind. Son, is that you? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Yes. :::

:::stage (squints) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" Ooh, that sun, It burns and stings the eyes; You can't tell one person from another. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" When I was home I never saw the sun, From autumn till the cuckoo called. :::

:::stage (laughs quietly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" No, it's good there. There it freezes nicely, You almost become an ice block yourself; That makes you strong, and whatever you dare You do and think it's all right. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Greetings. Farewell. My time is short. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" Yes, you've always been short. As a boy you ran away from here... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" You thought it best that I left. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" Yes, it was different then than now; It was necessary that you become a priest. :::

:::stage (scrutinizes him more closely). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" Well, he's grown tall and strong. But I beg you, now listen to my word,... Take care of your life! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Nothing else? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" Your life, yes? What more then? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I mean: have you come here Only for this advice? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" If you know more, Follow it. But keep your life For me; I gave it to you after all. (angrily). It's widely known what you have done; And it has made me deathly afraid. At sea today! Recklessly to risk What you should preserve for me. You are the last of our family. You are my son, my flesh and blood. You are the keystone of the building That I have erected piece by piece. Stand firm, be strong; hold fast to life Preserve it well! Do not forget yourself! It is a duty for an inheritance to live,... And you shall one day be mine... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Really? Did you have to come here for that, And lure me with full pockets? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" Son, are you crazy! (recoils). Stay where you are! Don't come here! I'll hit with my stick! (calmer). What did you mean by that?... Listen! I'm getting old, and older every year; That's after all the way to the grave; Then you'll get all I possess; It's counted and weighed out... I have nothing with me!... Everything is at home What I have. And it's not very much; But whoever gets it is no beggar... Stay where you are! Don't come here!... I promise you I won't hide anything In cracks, or bury In places that no one knows,... Or between stones, under floors, In walls, hide anything... You inherit, my son, alone, The whole estate, without sharing. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" On what condition? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" On one, Do not recklessly waste your life, So that it may go well from son to son; I demand no other reward. And see to it that nothing is squandered;... And nothing divided or liquidated;... Increase your property or not; But guard it, year after year! :::

:::stage (after a short pause) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" One thing I would like clarified; From childhood I was at odds with you;... You were no mother, I no son, Until you were old and I a man. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" I ask of you no lovey-dovey. Be what you want; it doesn't bother me, Be hard, be rough, as cold as ice;... It doesn't touch my cold clothes; Just hold fast to your inheritance... As long as it stays in our family! :::

:::stage (comes a step closer) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" And if I, on the contrary, planned To scatter it to all winds? :::

:::stage (reels backward) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" That which many a toiling year Bent my back and grayed my hair! :::

:::stage (nods slowly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Scatter, yes. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" Then you scatter My soul to all winds as well! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" And if I do it anyway? If I one evening stand by your bed, And candles burn around your deathbed, When you, with the psalm book in your hands, Sleep your death sleep the first night,... If I then go rummaging, sniffing, searching, And bring forth the whole treasure,... If I then set fire to it...? :::

:::stage (comes closer in suspense) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" How did you get that thought, tell me? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" How? Shall I tell you? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" Yes! Speak up! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" By what once happened to me as a child, And I could never forget afterwards; Which pressed into my soul and stayed there Like the iron arrowhead in a wound. It was autumn and evening. Father dead. You ill. I crept inside quietly, Where he lay, pale, by candlelight. I stood and stared from a corner At him, with the psalm book in his hand; The strangest I found was the deep sleep, And his wrists become so thin; And I smelled the scent of the cold shroud;... Then I heard footsteps on the porch,... A woman came in, did not see me,... Went straight to the deathbed. And groping she began to search;... First lifted the head of the dead man, There came bundles from under it,... She counted, whispering: more, still more! Then she dug from the bed pillows A bundle, tied with ropes. She tore, pulled, with wild jerks, Bit the rope apart with her teeth. Then she dug again. She found more,... Yet counted, whispering: more, still more! She wept, lamented, cursed, prayed, Always seeking a trace of more...! And if she found something,... with a shout of joy She darted like a falcon at her prey. At last every hiding place was empty. Like a damned soul she slunk away, Her treasure hidden in her apron. And groaning softly: that's all then! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" Great was my demand, meager my find, And that I had more than dearly paid. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Yet it cost you even more dearly, My child's heart stole it from you. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" Well, yes. That's how it's always been. You buy your goods with soul and blood. I paid a high price at once; I staked my young life. I gave something now withered... Something fleeting, I think, like sunshine,... Innocent too, but still so beautiful;... I gave what I hardly now remember,... I believe it was called love... I remember it well. My struggle was hard; And I remember well my father's advice: Forget that young man; take the other, What does it matter if the fellow is a bit old; The man has a good set of brains, He can double his possessions!... I took him, but got ingratitude in return. He never made it that far. But I have toiled for years, So that it is now almost there. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Do you also consider, so close to the grave, That you sold your soul along with it? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" That I considered that is evident from the fact That I let you become a priest. When the hour comes, care for my salvation, In gratitude for what I leave behind. Mine is the hard-earned wealth, And you have power and the comforting word. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" However wise, you have deceived yourself, You still saw me as I was at home. With that kind of parental love Many treat their children. They see in the child only a manager Of all their leftover junk. A pale ray of eternity Passes through their minds now and then. Then they grasp for it and think That they have caught it; That death and life are then united If the inheritance is preserved in the family, And eternity, as a sum, becomes their share Of the imposed series of years. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" Do not inquire what your mother thinks, But accept your inheritance in time. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" And the debt? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" Debt? What debt? There is no debt. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Well then; but if There were debt,... would I have to take it over And settle it all, and balance it. A son must on his mother's grave Satisfy all claims; Even if the house were empty when I moved in,... Still I inherited your debt book. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" No law demands that. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Not a Written law with pen and ink; But in every honest child's heart Other laws are inscribed,... And I will satisfy those laws. Deluded woman, oh learn to see! God's temple you have debased within you, Your soul's lease you have squandered. The earthly image that he gave you, With mud and mildew you have smeared; The spirit that once was winged, You have clipped in the throng. That is your guilt. Where will you go When the Lord God demands his own? :::

:::stage (timidly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" Where will I go? Where? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Fear not; Your son takes all your debt upon himself. God's image, which you have trampled, Shall in me, clear, refined, arise! Go calmly rest among the dead, My mother shall not sleep with guilt;... I will cancel the debt. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" My guilt and sins? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Your guilt alone. Mark my word. Your soul's debt I will take upon myself; But for your sins you must answer. The sum of the human Being, That perished in earthly drudgery, Can by another's good will Be fully repaid; But that it perished is sin; Only remorse helps there... or death! :::

:::stage (restlessly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" I am best off at home In the shadow of my glacier roof; Here in this sultry sunshine Poisonous thoughts sprout, Whose scent makes one dizzy. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Seek the shadow; go home. And when you feel your last hour come, And you want me to bring you light, Send for me, and I will come. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" Yes, you, with your words of damnation! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" No, warm as a son, gentle as a priest, I will ward off fright and fears from you. And at your bedside, with song, I will quench the fever glow in your blood! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" Do you promise me that on your word? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I will come in the hour of remorse. (closer to her). But also one condition I have. From whatever still binds you to earth, You must voluntarily renounce, And go to your grave without anything. :::

:::stage (strikes wildly at him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" Command the glow of fire to separate, The snow from frost, from water damp! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Throw all your possessions into the fjord, And pray that God may bless that deed. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" Demand what you will; demand hunger, thirst,... But not what weighs heaviest of all! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" If the heaviest sacrifice is not made, Then even the lesser helps no one. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" I will give silver in the offering box! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Everything? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" Is not much enough? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" For you no other penance than To die like Job, poor and naked. :::

:::stage (wringing her hands) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" My time wasted, my soul damned, My money and goods soon scattered! Home then, and clasp to my heart All that is still my own! My goods, my cherished child, my goods,... For you I tore my breast bloody;... Home now, where with mother's lament I will keep watch by the sick child. Why was I born in the flesh If through the flesh my soul is lost?... Stay near me, son! I still don't know What I will do when my hour comes. If I must lose everything in my lifetime,... Then I will wait until the last, (exit). :::

:::stage (looks after her) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Yes, your son will stay with you, Wait for the hour of penance, Will warm your old, cold Hand, when it is stretched out. :::

:::stage (goes to Agnes). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" The evening is not like the morning, Then my whole soul was full of fighting spirit, Far off I heard battle songs, I wanted to wield the sword of wrath, Kill lies, stifle evil, Yes, crush the whole world! :::

:::stage (has turned around and looks at him with bright eyes) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" The morning hour was pale for me When I wanted lies and play; Wanted to win, wanted to create, What gain was to lose! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" High dreams, beautiful dreams, Flew by like wild swans, Lifted me on broad wings. Far off I saw my life's path, As the constrainter of human guilt In the bustling world's turmoil. Saw processions' pious splendor, Hymns, incense, silken banners, Golden chalices, victory songs, The jubilant cry of so many, Shining around my life's task. Everything lay so enticing, rich;... But it was only a vision, Only a shining distant view, Half in sunshine and lightning's gleam...

And now I stand where evening descends Long before the day is ended,... Between high mountain and fjord, Cut off from the world, With a single strip of sky,... But I stand on native soil. The Sunday song is sung; My warhorse is unsaddled; Yet I see a higher goal, Than a battle with the knight's sword,... Toiling daily work, daily duty Be ennobled to Sunday work. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" And that God who was to fall? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" He will fall just the same,... But now secretly, quietly hidden, Not publicly for all. Clearly I now see that I erred, When I expected salvation along that path. No noisy, mighty action Brings mankind to conversion. Rich qualities to develop Do not help its soul's ailments. It is the will here that must do it! Will kills or can liberate, Will, wholly, in all things, In the heavy as in the light...

(turns towards the village, over which the evening shadows are already beginning to fall).

Come then, men, laboriously striding Through the dark narrow valleys;... Scarcely united in cooperation Let us attempt the work of purification, Strike down half-heartedness, smother lies, Awaken young, strong will! Lay hand to pick or sword, Both are honorable, worthy of men; The goal is one,... we must become Tablets on which God can write. :::

:::stage (About to leave. Ejnar meets him). :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Wait, and give back what you took! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Do you mean her? There she sits. :::

:::stage (to Agnes) :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Choose now between bright spaces Or this somber place of sorrow! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" I have no more choice to make. :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Agnes, Agnes, listen! Think of what the old proverb says: Light to lift, heavy to bear. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" All your lures cannot help; I must bear to the end. :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Think of all who love you! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Greet my mother, everyone at home; I will write as soon as I find words. :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Out on the bright waters Swift ships sail out;... Like longings, dream thoughts, High prows chase, flee, Spray-sprinkled, to land, Far away, in a fairy-tale land! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Sail to the West or to the East;... Think of me as if I were buried. :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Agnes, come with me as my sister! :::

:::stage (shakes her head) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Between us are oceans. :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Then to your mother... home! :::

:::stage (silently) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Away from teacher, brother, and friend...? :::

:::stage (comes a step closer) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Young woman, think carefully. Wedged between mountains, Under a shadowy roof of rocks, In the half-night darkness of the crevices, My life will henceforth be Like a somber winter's day. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Darkness no longer frightens me, Stars break through the clouds. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Know that I am strict in my demands, I demand everything or nothing. If you stray from the path, Your life is as if ruined. Do not hope to force anything from me, No leniency for sin;... If life cannot suffice, You must voluntarily sacrifice that too! :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Oh, flee that wild game! Flee the man of that somber doctrine, Live as you are able! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Choose;... you now stand at the crossroads. (exit). :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Choose now between storm or stillness! To go or stay is the choice. Choose now between peace and worries, Choose now between night and morning, Death or life be your choice! :::

:::stage (stands up and says slowly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" In the night. And through death... Yonder dawn's red glimmers. :::

:::stage (She follows the path Brand took). :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" (Ejnar looks after her for a moment as if lost, then bows his head and goes back down the path leading to the fjord). :::

END OF THE SECOND ACT

:::stage Three years later. A small garden enclosed by a stone wall next to the parsonage at the foot of a high mountain ridge. The fjord lies narrow and enclosed in the background. The house door opens into the garden. Afternoon. :::

:::stage Brand stands on the steps before the house. Agnes sits on a lower step. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" My dear husband, your eye again Roams so anxiously toward the fjord... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I'm waiting for a message. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" You are uneasy! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I'm always waiting for a message from Mother. Three years now I have trusted And waited for a message that never came. And tomorrow, I was told, Her hour may perhaps have struck. :::

:::stage (softly and lovingly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" You should not wait for any message. :::

:::stage (shaking his head) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" If she does not repent her sins, Then I have no word of comfort either. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" She is your mother. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" And should I therefore Encourage her idolatry? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Brand, you are harsh! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" To you? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Oh, no! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I foretold you a path full of hardship. :::

:::stage (smiles) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" It did not take; you did not keep your word. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Yes, it is harsh and cold here; Your cheeks grow thin and pale; You are too delicate for this climate. Nothing thrives around our house But ice and snowfall, rock and rubble. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" All the safer it lies here. So far has the glacier now reached That in spring, driven onward To the valley, it strides over our roof, And our house stands unharmed, As in a vaulted water cave. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" And the sunlight that never reaches here. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" It dances so warmly and gladly And shimmering on the mountain ridge yonder. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Three weeks, yes... when it's summer,... But even its foot never reaches here. :::

:::stage (looks steadily at him, stands up and says:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" There is something that makes you afraid! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" No, you! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" No you! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" You have a fear, A secret fear. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" And you too, Brand! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" You grow dizzy, as before a deep abyss! Speak! What is it? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" I tremble sometimes... (pauses). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" You tremble! For whom then? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" For Alf. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" For Alf? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Brand, you too! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Sometimes, yes! But no, God would not do that to us! God is good! My little lad Will grow strong and sturdy through it. Where is he now? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" He is sleeping. :::

:::stage (looks inside) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Oh, look, He does not dream of misery and pain; His little hand is chubby, thick and round. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" But pale. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Yes, pale; but that will pass. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" How peacefully he lies sleeping now. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" God bless you! Sleep in health! (closes the door). With you and him, peace and light came, Illuminating all my daily work. What was difficult, every sad hour, Became light and joyful with you both. With you, I never lost courage, And his child's play gave me strength. As a martyr I took up my calling, But see how everything has changed, How now happiness shines on my path... :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Yes, Brand, you are worthy of happiness too, You have struggled and endured, Been patient, suffered, worn yourself out; I know that you have often wept in silence... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" It is so... but everything seemed light to me; With you, love entered here, Like warm spring sunshine. I had never learned to know it before, Neither father nor mother gave it to me. They rather extinguished the single spark That now and then flared up from the ashes. It was as if all the treasure of warmth That I silently carried within me Was saved up for a glorious radiance, For him and for you, my dear wife! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Not for us two alone... for all Who now belong to our household; Whoever is sad, in need, Whoever suffers or weeps, whether woman or child, Everyone is refreshed, strengthened, By what your rich soul offers them. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" But still through you and him. The spirit Of goodness, of gentleness, you brought me. No soul can give love to all Who has not first loved one single one; I had to yearn and endure so long That my whole heart became like stone... :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" And yet... your love is not yet gentle; Your caress often becomes a blow. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" For you too, Agnes? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" No, my dearest; Light was what you gave me to bear;... But many have already left you Because of the 'all or nothing' that you demand! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" What is called love by them, I do not want and do not know. I know only God's love, And that is neither soft nor gentle; It is hard as the terror of death, And when it caresses, it becomes a blow. What answer did God give in the garden, When His Son in deathly fear prayed: Take away this cup, my God! Did He take away that cup of sorrow then? No, child, He drained it completely. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Ah, measured with such a yardstick, No single soul can stand. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" No man knows whom damnation strikes. Yet it is written in flaming script: Be faithful to the final test, No half-measure wins the crown of life! It is not enough to feel the sweat of fear, You must undergo the fire itself. That you cannot is forgiven you, But never that you will not. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Yes, surely, yes, so it must be. Oh, lift me up, that I may rise with you; Oh, lead me to your lofty spheres; Strong is my desire, but weak my courage. Often fear grips me, I feel dizzy, And weary and earthbound my foot drags. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Look, Agnes, for everyone applies The demand: no cowardly, weak half-measure! Everything you do is condemned If it is half-hearted or for show. This teaching must become your law: Not with words, but with life. :::

:::stage (throws her arms around his neck) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Where you go, I follow at your heel! For two, no cliff is too steep.

(The doctor has come down the mountain and stops before the garden fence). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE DOCTOR" So, turtledoves, billing and cooing here On these wild, gray rocks? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" My old doctor, are you here? Oh, do come in! :::

:::stage (runs down and opens the gate). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE DOCTOR" No, not that! You know, I'm still angry! Coming to live here, in such a place, Where snow and ice and winter storm Cut through body and soul... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Not through the soul. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE DOCTOR" No? Oh, come now! It's true, it almost looks as if Your hasty bond rests on a firm, solid foundation; Although, as the proverb says, What is quickly built quickly decays. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" A kiss of sun, a sound of bells Can sometimes wake a summer day. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE DOCTOR" Farewell. I must go to a sick person. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" My mother? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE DOCTOR" Yes. Will you come along? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Not now. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE DOCTOR" Have you been there yet? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Not yet. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE DOCTOR" You are hard indeed. Through wind and snow I came trudging over the mountain, Although I know that from her No hungry fee will be left over. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" God bless your skill and diligence. Make, if you can, her death easy. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE DOCTOR" God's blessing on my will; I came As soon as I was called in need. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" She sent for you; but not for me;... I wait, and wait in soul's anguish. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE DOCTOR" Wait no longer! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Until she sends for me I have nothing to do over there. :::

:::stage (to Agnes) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE DOCTOR" You poor little woman, entrusted To the power of such hard hands! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I am not hard. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" He would give his blood If it could bring forgiveness for her soul! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I took upon myself, as her son and heir, All her debts voluntarily. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE DOCTOR" Pay your own debt! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Before God, One can pay the debt of many. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE DOCTOR" But not by one who is himself a beggar, Up to his ears in debt. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Rich or beggar,... I will it wholly,... And more than that is not needed! :::

:::stage (looks at him steadily) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE DOCTOR" Yes, of your will the quantum satis Stands finely and clearly recorded,... But, Brand, your account of charity Is a blank page. (exits). :::

:::stage (follows him with his eyes for a moment) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" No word was ever dragged down Into lies as much as love;... They lay it with Satan's cunning As a veil over weak will; Deceitfully they cover with it Their frivolous and vain life's game; If the path is narrow and slippery and steep, In love it is shortened for you; If one goes the broad path of sin, Hope for love still remains,... One sees his goal but avoids the struggle... Through love it will still be achieved; And if you err, knowing better,... In love you find a refuge! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Yes, that is wrong, and yet I must Often ask myself: is it so? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" One thing you forget; first the will Satisfies the law's thirst for justice. First you must will, not only What is possible in great and small, Not only where the deed Involves much trouble and difficulty,... No, one must will strongly and gladly, Through all terror and fears. That is not martyrdom, to die In pain on the cross, But the willing of that death on the cross, To will all that anguish and need, To will all that soul-pain, That first brings you deliverance. :::

:::stage (cuddles close to him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" If ever the heavy trial comes for us,... Oh, speak then, you, my strong man! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" After such a victory of the will Comes then the glory of love, Then it descends like a white dove With an olive branch, messenger of life. But here, among the slack, lax people, The best love is hate! (startled). Hate! Hate! To will a world-struggle Lies in this single short word! :::

:::stage (goes hastily into the house). :::

:::stage (looks through the open door) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Now he kneels by his little lad And rocks his head as if he wept; He presses himself against the little bed Like one who knows no way out... Oh, what a treasure of love dwells In that strong man's soul! Alf he loves, that he may, for the child Is not yet defiled by sin. (springing up in terror). He springs up... wrings his hands... Oh! What does he see? He is deathly pale! :::

:::stage (outside on the steps) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Has no one come yet? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" No, not a soul. :::

:::stage (looks back into the house) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" His skin is burning hot and dry; His temples throb, his pulses race...! Don't be afraid, child! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Oh, those thoughts! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" No, fear nothing... (calls down the road). I see someone! :::

:::stage (through the garden gate) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A MAN" You must come now! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" At once, yes! What is your message? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" I don't know exactly; She sat up in bed, leaned forward And said: go now and fetch the priest; Half my property is for the church. :::

:::stage (recoiling) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Half only! No! Say no! :::

:::stage (shaking his head) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" Then I would not be delivering my message correctly. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Half! Half! It must be all! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" That may be; but loud and clear She said that word. I am not mistaken. :::

:::stage (seizes his arm) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Do you dare testify on Judgment Day Before God that she said those words? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" Yes. :::

:::stage (firmly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Go, and bring this answer back,... No priest will come, no sacrament. :::

:::stage (looks at him uncertainly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" You must have misunderstood me, It is from your mother that I come. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I know no double standard For strangers or for one's own people. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" That word is hard. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" She knows it well, It was all or nothing. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" Oh! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Tell her that the smallest lump of gold Is still just as much an idol. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" As gently as I possibly can I'll bring her this lashing answer. One comfort remains for her then: That God is not as hard as you! (exits). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Yes, this comfort has often enough Breathed its pestilence through the world. With lamentation of woe and grief One silences the judge then. Naturally! That is how it should be! They have known him for so long;... They know so well that all the time The old one lets himself be chipped away at.

(The man has met another on the road outside; they come back together). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" New message? :::

:::dialogue speaker="FIRST MAN" Yes. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" What now? :::

:::dialogue speaker="SECOND MAN" It would be nine-tenths now. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Not all? :::

:::dialogue speaker="SECOND MAN" No. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I said it before: No priest and no sacrament. :::

:::dialogue speaker="SECOND MAN" She has suffered and atoned... :::

:::dialogue speaker="FIRST MAN" Come, she is your mother after all! :::

:::stage (clenches his hands together) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I may not measure with two measures... One measure for one's own and strangers. :::

:::dialogue speaker="SECOND MAN" The sick woman suffers in anguish and need, Come, send her a reconciling word. :::

:::stage (to the first) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Go, tell the sick woman what I commanded: For her I consecrate neither wine nor bread. :::

:::stage (The men go away). :::

:::stage (cuddles against him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Sometimes I tremble for your life's fate: You glow like the flaming sword of God. :::

:::stage (with tears in his voice) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Does not the whole world also stand Hostile against me, And wound my soul to the blood With all its stubborn, lax resistance? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Heavy are the demands you make. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Set, if you dare, gentler ones. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Measure with that yardstick whom you will And see if anyone can satisfy. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" No, in that you are, alas, right. So perverse, so stupid, so empty, so wicked, Is all of mankind nowadays. If someone disposes in his will His money and goods, but anonymously, One praises him straight to the skies. Take away the name of many a hero, Leave only what he achieved, Do the same to emperors, princes, And see what then remains. Let a poet from his little cage secretly Let his beauty-birds slip out, So that no one thinks he gave them A voice and golden feather-dress... Grasp a green or a withered branch: Sacrifice is found in no one. Through everything the earth-slave thinking;... Each clings in wild fear To the weak tendril of his life. If this fails him, where the abyss yawns... He claws with his nails to hold on. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" And such a deeply fallen people You still call to: all or nothing! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Who wants victory must fight for it; Who fell deepest must rise highest... :::

:::stage (pauses for a moment; with changed voice). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" And yet, when I to a soul Make the demand to rise up, It is as if I were on the waves Drifting in stormy weather on a wreck. Silently weeping, I have often secretly Bitten my tongue, which had to chastise,... And when I sometimes raised my arm to strike, My soul yearns for an embrace!...

Go now and look at the little one; Sing sweet dreams into his sleep; A child's soul is clear and pure Like the lake in summer sunshine; A mother can glide over it Like a bird, which in light flight, Mirrors itself in its deepest depth. :::

:::stage (pale) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" What is it, Brand, that your thoughts, Wherever they go, always return to him? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Oh, nothing. Watch over him carefully. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Give me an answer. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Boldly? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" No, gently. :::

:::stage (embraces her) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" He who is without guilt, he shall live. :::

:::stage (looks at him clearly, and says:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" One thing,... God may not demand of us! :::

:::stage (goes into the house). :::

:::stage (looks silently ahead) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" But if He did? What God sometimes demands Is taught by "Abraham's offering" of old. :::

:::stage (shakes off the thought). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" No, no! My sacrifice I have made, I gave up my life's dream, To thunder like a rumble To wake the sleepers here on earth. No! In that there was no more sacrifice: It fell away when the dream was over, I was awakened by Agnes--to work together with me In secret. :::

:::stage (looks out over the road). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Why does the sick woman delay there so long Before she decides to repent, Which would annul all guilt, Delete all evil from her soul! Wait!... No, it is only the Bailiff, Benevolent, airy, round, healthy, His hands in both his pockets, Like hooks around a parenthesis. :::

:::stage (through the garden gate) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Good day! We do not see each other often, And perhaps I come at an inconvenient time... :::

:::stage (points to the house) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Come in. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Thank you; it's fine here too; And if my word finds entry, Then I think it will certainly Be good for both of us. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Let me hear it then. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Your mother, as I hear, Must be near death;... That grieves me. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I do not doubt it. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" It grieves me very much. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Well! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" But she is old; and, dear Lord, We all go that way, And since I happened to pass by here, I thought: I could just step in To speak a single word with you. To be brief, I have heard That you, since you came here, Have lived in discord with her... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Discord?... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" People say that she Holds on tightly to her property. That goes, you may think, a bit far. Each one wants his own advantage. She is in undivided possession Of your entire paternal inheritance... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" In undivided possession... it is true, :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" So it may easily come to strife. And since I can well imagine That you see her end approaching With great calmness of mind, I hope that you will hear me Without resentment, even if the time Is not very suitable. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Now, or later. It is the same to me. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Well, then to the point, without further ado. As soon as your mother is dead, And sleeps quietly beneath the ground,... And it will not be long now... you will be rich... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Rich, do you think? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Think? No, I know it for certain. In every corner she has land, As far as the armed eye can see. I tell you, rich! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Also after the division? :::

:::stage (smiles) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" What division here? There is division Where there are many heirs: But here no one's share is threatened. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" And if someone did come And asked for his inheritance from her property, And said: it is mine by right? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Then the devil himself would have to be that one! Yes, look at me now... no one Has a single word to say in this; Trust me; I am well informed. So it is; you will become well-to-do, A rich man even; in this remote corner You truly need not stay; The whole country is open to you. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" So. Is the meaning of those words In short not this: go elsewhere? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Something like that. That might be best For everyone. If you attentively Observe the people, for whom you Are the interpreter of God's holy word, You must see how you here fit Like a wolf among a flock of geese. Understand me correctly! You have the gifts To do good on a large scale. But for these mountain people, As if rooted between their rocks, You do, I think, more harm than good. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" What roots are for a tree, is For a man his birthplace;... If he does not find his sphere of work there, What he achieves is not much. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" In the first place, it is important To go along with the country's needs. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" But that appears from the height Not as it does in the cramped village. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" That is language for enlightened people, Not for the poor valley dwellers. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Oh, you with that boundary difference Of mountains and the low country! You want the rights of the rich, But shirk your duties; And think, if you just cry out loudly: We are only poor! then it is enough. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" There is a time for all things, And each generation has its own duty. Our village once contributed its mite To the great treasury of history. That was, of course, long ago; But the mite was not so very small. Now the village is insignificant, Yet its fame lives on in legends; Its days of former greatness fall In King Bele's lifetime;... One still hears mentioned many times The brave brothers Wolf and Thor; With many valiant men, who To the coast of Britain journeyed To plunder and overrun the land. The South cried out, stiff with terror, God, help us against their violence! And those violent men were Undoubtedly real, folks from here. And how they then could take revenge With murder and slaughter, burning and plundering! Yes, there is one, of whom legend Tells that he wanted to go on a crusade;... But that he set out is not reported... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Surely from that hero Descends a whole bunch of sons? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Yes; But how do you know...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Oh, because That troop of heroes seems familiar to me, Promise-heroes of the present, Who also undertake such a crusade. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Yes, that generation is widespread. But at King Bele's time we were! First then rampaged in the foreign land; Then we visited blood relative And neighbor with axe blows. The field trampled, the harvest destroyed, Set fire to church and house, Thus we wove ourselves a hero's wreath. Of all the blood then shed Much was later boasted. But, after what I have now said I believe, with modesty, We may point to our power In heroic times, long ago, And say that our village once Contributed its share with fire and sword, To the struggle for development. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Yet it seems to me that you commit treason To the word: nobility imposes obligations,... As if with harrow, hoe and plow You quietly bury Bele's heritage. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Not at all. Just look At a municipal dinner, Where I, the sexton and the judge Sit in places of honor. Then you will see, when the punch bowl comes, That Bele is not yet forgotten. With clinking, toasts, singing, In short toasts and long toasts, He is remembered, kept alive. I myself have often felt the urge Within me to weave for him A flowery garment from fancy, And that has edified many. I rather like a bit of poetry. We all do that, by the way, Here in our village;... but always with moderation... Life must never be ruled by it,... Only between eight and ten O'clock in the evening, when tired from work, And free again from the day's task, One longs for some elevation. What makes you different from us Is that you want to plow and mow At the same hour, and by force. You want, as I understand, That idea and life should be one,... You want, with the laborious cultivation of the land, To unite the struggle for God, So intimately one, as coal, saltpeter, And sulfur unite to form gunpowder. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Something like that. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" But that is impossible. In wider circles that goes better;... Go there with your high demands And leave us to plow land and sea. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Plow first into the sea but submerge Your boasting of the fathers' fame; A dwarf does not become taller by it Even if he descends from Goliath. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" There is strength in memories. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Yes... if they become one with life, But you use their grave only To hide your own laziness. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" My first remains my last word;... You would do best to go away. Your labor will not thrive here; Your life's teaching is not understood. Elevation, which may sometimes be necessary, The little bit of comfort he needs, Who day after day toils in labor, I will faithfully provide them in future. During my entire career Here, I always did my duty; The population has more than doubled, Yes, it stands almost as three to one,... While I have united more than one enterprise With this fjord district. Always in struggle with the harsh climate, We have progressed as if by steam:... Here runs a road, there lies a bridge.. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" But between faith and life not... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" That connects fjord and glacier snow. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" But not the deed with the idea. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" First take care of good communication, So that people can reach each other,... About that everyone agreed Before you, as teacher, came here. You have in our pale twilight Made a Northern light flare brightly; Who can now see in the false light What is wrong and what is right, What is punishment, and what penance or pain? You have muddled everything together; And the people, who were one, had to conquer, Split into two hostile camps. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Yet I remain here, in spite of your wish. One does not choose the place for his work. He who has his goal before his eyes Once saw in fiery letters God's word: here is your place! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Stay then, but within your own bounds; I like to see you cleanse people Of sin and evil, as occurs here; God knows it is often necessary! But do not make every working day A Sunday,... and do not show a flag As if God himself were on board On every yacht in our fjord. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Could I make use of your advice, I would have to betray my soul. But it is precisely a matter of being oneself, To fulfill one's own calling, And that I will do to the end, So that a light shines around my house! This people, who have dozed off Under your rule, I will wake again! For long, by need and coercion, His last primeval strength has been drained; From your pettiness's hunger cure Each emerges weak and limp; His best blood has been tapped, The marrow scraped from his courage; Every soul shredded to tatters, Which should have stood firm as bronze; But still a cry of revolt can Thunder in your ears: fight! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Fight? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Fight! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" If you call them to arms You will fall as the first victim! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Someday it will be clear as day That defeat here was victory! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Think again, Brand, you stand at the crossroads: Do not stake everything on one card. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Yet I will do it! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" If the game is lost, Then your life is also ruined. You have all you could desire, Is the inheritance of a rich mother, You have a child to live for, A dear wife;... happiness and joy Is reached out to you with a generous hand! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" And if I now turn my back On what you call happiness and joy? If I must? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" It is already lost If you, in this remote corner here, Want to begin your world-struggle. Travel south to the rich shores, Where a man can be wholly himself. There you can let your light shine And let the congregation bleed; Our sacrifice is not blood, but sweat, In bread-struggle between rock and ice. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Here I stay anyway. Here is my home, And from my home I wage war. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Think what is at stake if it fails;... And most of all what you let go! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I lose myself, if I should yield. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Brand, a lone fighter fights in vain. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" My troop is strong; I have the best. :::

:::stage (smiles) :::

MAYOR: Quite possible, yes... but I the most. (Exit.)

(Looks after him.)

BRAND: There goes a typical man of the people, quite upright in thought, very well-meaning, in his way industrious, warm and fair... And yet a scourge to his land. No landslide, storm or flood, no famine, no frost or plague, causes half the misfortune that such a one does, year in, year out. Those disasters only harm life... But he...! How much cheerful willing, how many thoughts he extinguishes, how many a powerful song is stifled by such oppressive, petty actions! How many a smile on the lips, how many a ray of light in a soul, how much joy and sorrow of exaltation, he has hardened, quenched, killed!

(Suddenly alarmed.)

BRAND: Why doesn't the messenger come!.., is no one coming? Yes, the doctor! (Hurries to meet him.) My mother? Speak!

DOCTOR: Now she stands at last before her judge.

BRAND: Dead!... Penitent?

DOCTOR: I don't believe it; she clung to her own here on earth until the hour of parting struck.

(Looks silently and moved before him.)

BRAND: Is a straying soul lost here?

DOCTOR: Perhaps the judgment is merciful, not according to law, but by grace.

(Softly.)

BRAND: What did she say further?

DOCTOR: She murmured: God is not as hard as my son!

(Sinks down in grief on the bench.)

BRAND: Burdened with guilt, in the agony of death, each one clings to that lie!

(Hides his face in his hands.)

(Comes nearer, looks at him and shakes his head.)

DOCTOR: You want a long-past time to live again in everything. You still believe that the ancient covenant of God and men still exists... But each generation has its own way; ours no longer fears hell, damnation and old wives' tales... The chief commandment is: be humane!

(Looks up.)

BRAND: Humane! Yes, exactly, that weak word sounds throughout the whole world! With that each coward strikes you dead if he dares not, or cannot, or will not; with that every wretch wraps himself up when he dares not risk everything; protected by it, one now breaks every vow soon regretted... You dwarf-souls make at last of every man a humanist! Was God humane toward Christ? If your God had reigned then, Jesus would not have been nailed to the cross... And the whole work of atonement would then become a clever piece of diplomacy!

(Hides his head and sits down in silent sorrow.)

(Softly.)

DOCTOR: Rave on, rave on, O soul in revolt... The best would be if you could weep.

AGNES (has appeared on the stairs, pale and frightened, whispers to the doctor). Oh please! Come with me!

DOCTOR: You make me anxious, what is it, child?

AGNES: A cold fear of death struck me just now around the heart...!

DOCTOR: What is it?

(Draws him away.)

AGNES: Come!... the child, oh God!

(They go into the house; Brand does not notice.)

(Quietly to himself.)

BRAND: Dead, unreconciled. Dead, as she lived. Is that not a sign from God? He now demands from me the toll that she failed to pay... Now woe three times to me if I yield! (Stands up.) Now, from this moment, unshakable, to fight as a chosen warrior, that spirit may conquer the flesh. God gave my tongue the power of the word, kindled his wrath-glow in my soul... Now I stand in my full strength, now I dare, now I can break rocks!

(Followed by Agnes, comes quickly down the stairs and calls out.)

DOCTOR: Pack up your things and move out!

BRAND: Even if the earth quaked, I would remain here!

DOCTOR: Then your child is doomed to death.

(Aghast.)

BRAND: Alf! The child! My Alf! What do you mean? What specter threatens my child! (Wants to go into the house.)

DOCTOR: No, stay!... Here there is no light, here there is no sun, the air is sharp as the north wind... Here hangs a clammy and heavy mist... One more winter in this place and the tender life will wither. Leave, then your child is saved; but do it quickly, preferably tomorrow.

BRAND: Today, this evening, at once! Oh, he will become strong and healthy again... No glacier snow, no sharp wind, will torment his little chest here. Come, Agnes, take him up gently! Then we flee in all haste! Oh, Agnes, it is death that spins its pale veil around our child!

AGNES: I feared and trembled for danger... yet I thought it not so near.

(To the doctor.)

BRAND: Flight can save him? You swear that?

DOCTOR: A life that is well guarded by fatherly love runs no danger. Devote yourself to him, and fear not, soon he will become healthy and fresh again.

BRAND: Thanks! Thanks! (To Agnes.) Pack him up especially well above all; the evening wind blows along the fjord.

(Agnes goes into the house.)

DOCTOR (takes Brand silently in, who immovably looks through the door inside, then goes to him, lays his hand on his shoulder, and says:) Pitiless toward poor humanity, and for yourself so very tender-hearted! For others counts little or much... only the all, then, or nothing; but one's own courage is soon fled, as soon as fate has designated one's own treasure as a sacrificial lamb.

BRAND: What do you mean to say?

DOCTOR: Harsh words you have thundered at your mother, damned, if she did not give everything, if she did not descend naked into the grave. And the same word sounded many a time where much and deep was suffered! Now your own boat drives in storm on the waves of fate at sea, now from the overturned keel you quickly throw the burden of guilt overboard... Away, overboard, the heavy book with which you yourself struck the brethren; now the matter is, in a stiff breeze, to seek salvation for your own offspring. Quickly away from here, from storm and fjord... quickly away even from your mother's corpse... quickly away from soul-care and work... now the priest ceases his office!...

BRAND (grasps his head in despair to collect his thoughts). Am I blind now? Was I before?

DOCTOR: As a father you certainly do right. Do not think that I disapprove of what you do... To me, now broken, you are much greater than the strong hero... Farewell! I held the mirror before you; look into it once, and sigh: my God, that is what a witness of God looks like! (Exit.)

(Stares before him for a moment, then suddenly bursts out.)

BRAND: Where did I go wrong? Now, or before?!

(Agnes comes out of the door with a cloak around her shoulders and the child on her arm; Brand does not see her. She wants to speak but stands as if paralyzed with fright when she sees the expression on his face. At the same moment a man comes hastily through the garden gate. The sun is setting.)

THE MAN: Brand, listen, you have an enemy here!

(Presses his hands to his chest.)

BRAND: Yes, here!

THE MAN: Beware of the Mayor. Your work here was fruitful, until he poisoned it with gossip! Often he has spread that your house would soon stand empty... said that you would leave us, as soon as your rich mother died.

BRAND: And if it were so?

THE MAN: I know you, after all, and know why he tells that; you stand against him, have never bowed to his will... That is the reason for his grudge...

(Hesitatingly.)

BRAND: Perhaps he spoke the truth.

THE MAN: Then you have always lied to us?…

BRAND: I?

THE MAN: Yes. Have you not told us that God himself had chosen you to live here among us; that you would wage your struggle here, that no one may shirk his task, that he must stand, but never yield? That task is yours! Warm and bright, your fire glows in many a breast.

BRAND: No, the ear of the multitude is deaf; nearly every soul is dull and sluggish!

THE MAN: You know better... the heavenly light already breaks through in many a soul here.

BRAND: But in most it is still night.

THE MAN: You are like the light that shines at night. But let it be as it may; it does not depend on numbers here; because here I stand, a single man, and say: go away then if you can! My soul is full, though I know little of what stands in the books, you have lifted me out of nothing... see if you can let me go now! You cannot; I hold you fast; I would lose my soul if I let go my grip!... Farewell! I await the news comforted! Neither you nor your God can let me go! (Exit.)

(Timorously.)

AGNES: Your cheek is white, your mouth is pale, as if you had pain in your soul.

BRAND: Every ringing word I once spoke strikes back now like an echo.

(Comes a step nearer.)

AGNES: I am ready.

BRAND: Ready? For what?

(With force.)

AGNES: For what a mother may and will!

(Gerd runs past on the road and stops by the garden wall.)

(Claps her hands and shouts wildly and joyfully:)

GERD: Did you hear it already? Away flew the priest!... In the mountains, on the rocks, swarms of mountain goblins, black, wild, large and small... Hooh, what a throng beat them...! Tore my eyes almost out, half my soul fell as their prey... Oh, I can manage with half, I still have enough left of the wreck!

BRAND: Child, you are raving, don't you see that I am standing right in front of you?

GERD: You? Well yes, but not the priest! From the Black Peak my hawk flew straight down the slope, angry and wild, with harness and saddle, he cut the morning wind snorting; and a man sat on his back... That was he, that was the priest! Now the village church stands empty, the lock closed and the tree before it. It's over with the nasty little church, and now my church comes to honor, where my priest preaches and sings, strong and tall, in the white chasuble woven by the winter frost... Do you want to see him? Come along then, words my priest speaks, that ring throughout the whole world!

BRAND: Ill-fated child, do you want to lure me with bewildered idolatries?

(Comes into the garden through the gate.)

GERD: What is that, idolatries? An idol? Oh, I know it already; sometimes large and sometimes small; always gold and pretty and colorful. An idol! Listen, do you see HER there? Can you recognize under the clothes little hands, little legs? Don't you see how pretty and colorful all those wrappings enclose something? It looks like a child sleeping peacefully, she steps back anxiously... covers it! An idol? Man, THAT is an idol!

(To Brand.)

AGNES: Do you have tears and prayers? Fear has driven everything away from me!

BRAND: Agnes,... woe! I think I feel that a higher power sent her!

GERD: Listen now, all the bells are ringing up on the wild peak! Look what a crowd is moving there, to my church in the ice vault! Do you see all those goblins that the priest drove into the sea? Do you see all those dwarfs that lay buried until now? And the stone he had sealed. Neither sea nor grave can hold them any more, see them cold and chill swarming... Children, seeming dead, I see crying, rolling boulders away from themselves. Father! Mother! they cry! Men, women rush up. Look, the peasant walks in the midst of a whole procession of sons; and his wife lays the dead child to her breast to revive it... Never yet did she carry her head so high as when she held the child for baptism. Priest gone... then came life!

BRAND: Depart from me! I soon see worse specters...

GERD: Listen! He laughs, he who sits by the road there, he who ascends to the top, and he writes in his book every soul that went up... Ha, he has almost all of them; the little church stands empty there, the lock closed and the tree before it... On the hawk fled the priest!

(Jumps over the garden wall and disappears among the rocks.)

(A silence.)

(Comes nearer and says in a subdued voice:)

AGNES: Let us go; now it is time.

(Stares at her.)

BRAND: Where are we going? (Points first at the garden gate, then at the house door.) There?... or there?

(Steps back frightened.)

AGNES: Brand, your child!...

(Follows her.)

BRAND: What was I earlier? Tell me, servant of God or father?

(Steps farther back.)

AGNES: Even if God himself asked me that question... I will never decide!

(Follows her again.)

BRAND: Speak as a mother: may I go? You have the last word here!

AGNES: I am your wife; if you command, I will be obedient and bow.

(Wants to seize her arm.)

BRAND: Take that cup of choice from me!

(Steps back behind the tree.)

AGNES: Then I would not be a mother!

BRAND: A judgment lies in that word!

(With force.)

AGNES: Ask yourself: do I have a choice?

BRAND: Still stronger the judgment sounds!

AGNES: Do you feel yourself chosen by God?

BRAND: Yes! (Grasps her hand firmly.) And now you must also say the word of life or death!

AGNES: Go the way that God commands!

(Pause.)

BRAND: Let us go; now it is time.

(Tonelessly.)

AGNES: Which way then?

(Silence.)

(Points to the garden gate and asks.)

AGNES: That?

(Points to the house door.)

BRAND: No,... that!

(Raises the child high in her arms.)

AGNES: God! This sacrifice that you demand I lift proudly to heaven! Lead me now through the night of life! (Goes inside.)

BRAND (stares before him for a while, bursts into tears, clasps his hands above his head, lets himself fall on the steps and cries out:) Jesus! Jesus! Give me light!

END OF THE THIRD ACT

:::stage Christmas Eve in the parsonage. The room is dark. Door at the back. On one side a window, on the other a door. :::

:::stage Agnes, dressed in black, stands by the window and looks out into the darkness. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Still not! Still not!... Oh, how hard it is to wait,... To silence the soul's longing That calls for him, without answer! Soft and thick the snow falls silently, Has like a blanket of down Wrapped the old church in white... (listens). Wait! I hear the gravel crunch! Firm steps; a man's step; :::

:::stage (rushes to the door and opens it). :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Brand, is that you? Oh, come quickly!

(Brand enters, covered in snow, in a traveling coat, which he removes during the following). :::

:::stage (throws her arms around him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Oh how long you've been away! Don't go away again! Don't go away again! When I'm alone I can't escape The dark, gloomy specters! What nights, what days Those two have been for me! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Child, now I'm back with you! (lights a single candle that casts a faint glow in the room). You're pale. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" And weary and dull. I've longed and watched... And tied some greenery together,... A little! What I grew myself, And saved from the summer, To decorate the Christmas tree. The little bush was meant for him; And he got it too... as a wreath! (bursts into tears). Look, now the snow lies high on Him... oh God... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" In the churchyard yonder. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Oh, that word! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Dry your tears now. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Yes, oh yes... but be patient; My whole soul still bleeds From a freshly struck wound, All my willpower has vanished;... Oh, it will get better; Once these days are over You'll never hear complaints again. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Is this how you honor God's feast day? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" No, oh no... but be patient! Think how it was last year, And from this year already carried away... To the... (shudders at the word). :::

:::stage (firmly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" To the churchyard yonder. :::

:::stage (with a cry) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Don't name it! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" At the top of my lungs I must name it when you fear it! I must name it, so it sounds Like a wave against the wood! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" More than you want to admit You suffer under the cruel word; On your brow I see the traces Of the sweat it costs you. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" These drops on my forehead Are only foam from the salt water. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Is the drop in your eye also A snowflake falling from the height? No, oh no, that one is too warm; Your own breast is the source! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Agnes, wife, come let us both Be strong, fight against the grief, With united strength try To overcome, slowly. Oh, I was a man out there! The water crashed over the cliffs, The seagull dove fearfully, Hail battered my boat, Drove us on in the seething water, Mast and rigging cracked whistling, The jib tore to shreds, blew Far into the foam off the channel, Every nail screeched and creaked;... Avalanches thundered repeatedly From the heights, on both sides; The eight men sat motionless, Oars still, like corpses before me. Oh, then I felt myself grow again, I was the one who gave orders at the helm, I felt that God himself consecrated me To my work, the dearly bought. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" It's easy to stand firm in a storm, Easy to fight in danger; Oh, but think of me, sitting here Quietly, with sorrow's sad crooning, Who doesn't know how to pass the time However much I'd like to; Think of me, deprived of struggle, Not spurred on by deeds; Think of me, to whom only a simple, Small task is given; Think of me: I cannot forget, Sit alone... may not remember! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" A small task, you? Never was it so great as now. Listen, I'll tell you something That happened to me in sorrow. Often my eyes grow dim, My thoughts still, my soul soft. Then it's as if there were joy In being able to weep, weep.

Agnes,... then I see God So near, as never before,... So near, that it seems to me I could approach him directly. And I long to throw myself Upon his bosom, as his child; To feel myself firmly clasped By his strong fatherly arm. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Brand,... oh, always see him like that,... As the God so near you... Less Lord, but more as Father! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I may not, Agnes; not block The way for his own work; I must see him great and strong. Giant-great... that is what the present demands, Precisely because it is so small itself. Oh, but you can see him like that, As a father gentle and tender, Lay your head in his arm, Rest, rest, if you are tired, And go from him relieved again, With his radiance still in your eyes,... Bring his glorious light to me Where I suffer, struggle. You see, Agnes, to share like that Is the core of true marriage; One must fight, defend himself, The other heal all wounds; Only then can it rightly Be called that the two are one. Since you gave up worldly life To become my wife, To live your own life freely, This task rests upon you; I must fight, or I may fall; Up to battle, in the heat of the sun, Stand guard in night and cold,... You must hand me the full Cup of love, offering refreshment, Wrap me in gentle tenderness Under the armor, like a fleece;... Oh, your task is no small one! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" All I try to accomplish Is too heavy for my strength; All my thoughts, all my senses Converge on that one thing. Everything is still like a dream. Let me lament, let me weep. Help me so to find again Both myself and also my duty... Brand, tonight when I was alone He came into my room here; Fresh and rosy was his cheek; Light in his thin little dress He came tripping there, To my bed, where I rested; Stretched out his little arms to me; Called his mother with a laugh,... But as if he begged for warmth! Yes, I saw it! I shivered at it! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Agnes! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Yes,... the child suffered cold! Oh, that must be so out there, Lying on those cold planks! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" The corpse lies buried under snow; The child himself ascended to heaven. :::

:::stage (recoils) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Oh, how you stir the wound Mercilessly, relentlessly! What you roughly call the corpse is still Always my child to my heart. Soul and body both fell, And I cannot, as you do, Separate those two from each other; These two are one together; Alf, sleeping under the snow blanket, Is my Alf also from up there! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Many a wound must still bleed Before your sorrow will heal. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Yes, but have patience too;... Lead me gently, but do not drive. Stand by me and support me, Brand! Say things gently, if possible! You, who sometimes speak like God's thunder In a high, solemn hour, When a soul must itself bear Stones for its life crown,... Do you have no gentle tones To quench the sharp grief? With a single word that uplifts, One that points to lighter days? God, whom you taught me to know, Is a king in his castle; How would I dare approach him With my small mother's sorrow? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Do you think it easier to approach The God you once knew? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Never, never will I go back! And yet it is often as if I Feel a longing to go there, Where it is light, where the sun shines, "Light to lift, heavy to hold," Was that not the old motto? Your realms are too great for me, Everything here is too great for me, You, your work, your goal, your being, All your willing, all your doing, The overhanging, rocky mass, And the all-enclosing water, Winter darkness, strife and sadness,... Only the little church is far too small. :::

:::stage (struck) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" The church? Again that thought! Does it now float in the air here? How too small? :::

:::stage (shakes head sadly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" How can I seek A reason, with reason. Does not a mood come over one Like a fragrant breath? Where from? And where does it go? It is enough that I perceive it. And I know and feel it clearly... Far too small is our church here. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Do all dream of the same thing? So many I have met Were full of that thought; Even with her, who walks around Half mad, it was also written, "It is stuffy there, for it is small" It sounded; she too could find no reason For what she felt. Many women later said: Far too small is our village church! This complaint from women's mouths Points to a need for space... Agnes,... oh, I see it so clearly, You are chosen by God To be an angel on my path;... Quietly and surely, in the dark You know exactly the way, Where I alone lose the track. Never could will-o'-the-wisp lure you; The first day you already showed Where my true kingdom should lie,... Held me back, who wanted to rise High to the blue firmament; Made me look within myself, Deep, into the deepest of my being... Agnes, again you have spoken The word that struck like lightning,... Led me, where I wandered, Shed light on my work. The Lord's church here is small;... Good; then we will make it large! Never have I seen so clearly yet What my Creator gave me in you. Therefore I beg, just like you: Do not leave me, I pray you! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" I will put away my sorrow, I will dry my tears now, I will lock all my memories As in the dark grave; And forgetfulness, like a sea, Will flow over them; I will erase every trace Of my once-dreamed world, Be a wife to you, and nothing more. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Upward goes the road to the heights! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Oh, but do not drive me with harshness! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Through my mouth a Higher One commands. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" One, of whom you yourself once said, That he accepts the good will, Even where strength sometimes fails. (makes to go). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Where to, Agnes? :::

:::stage (smiles) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Housework I must Not neglect, least of all today. Last year, you remember well, You said I was wasteful. The lights were lit in every sconce; Green was here, and toys hanging, With more pretty things, on the Christmas tree; Here sounded joyful song and laughter. Brand, now too I will again light All the candles for the feast day; It will become as beautiful as it can, For the solemn, silent feast, If God peeps into the room, He will see punished children, Who humbly and submissively, Obediently know and understand That they, though their father may be angry, May not neglect his feast.... Do you see any trace of tears now? :::

:::stage (presses her to his heart and then releases her) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Child, light the candles; that is your task! :::

:::stage (smiles sadly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" You then build a church, a large one;... Do it quickly... before spring! (Exit.) :::

:::stage (looks after her) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" So willing in her grief, Amid the fire of pain; Her strength sinks, her spirit flees, Yet she wants to make the sacrifice. Lord oh strengthen her, give her strength! And relieve me of the task Of making her, through bitter enforcement of the law, As through hungry, wild vultures, Suck the warm blood From the tormented mother's heart. I am strong, I have courage; Lay on me the burden for both,... Be for her alone merciful! :::

:::stage (There is a knock at the corridor door. The Bailiff enters.) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" Here you see a beaten man. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" A beaten man? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" As such I come. You know well, when last summer I wanted to drive you out of the land, I did not predict the best Of the new battle plan between us... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Well? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" But despite all my right, I no longer wish enmity. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Why? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" Because you have the majority. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Do I? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" You know that yourself; You attract people from far and wide; Here, at least in recent months, A spirit has come over the village, Which, God knows, is not mine. And from that I draw the conclusion That it emanates from you. Here is my hand, let us make peace! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" A struggle like ours does not end Until one of us is defeated. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" What more do you want than peace And amicable settlement, tell me? I don't kick against the pricks; I am only an ordinary man; When the point of the enemy's spear Is aimed at his chest, one gives up; Against that a mere stick does not help; Then it's better to clear the field quickly, And if one stands deserted as a fighter, Then it's wisest to yield. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Two things are worth remembering here: First, that you call me the stronger; I have the majority... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" Oh, definitely! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Yes, possibly now; but if it ever Comes to a great and serious sacrifice... Who will have the power then? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" A serious sacrifice? Good Lord, You will never experience that here! In the worst case, it comes down to Their dipping into their pockets. The times are humane and want No more sacrifice of other things. And the most troublesome thing in this matter is That I myself belong to the number that Pushed the humane to the forefront, And thereby weakened the spirit of sacrifice, So that one can now well say That I sacrificed myself,... In any case, I tied the twigs Into a rod with which they now want to beat me. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" That you may be right can happen. But for the rest, I don't understand That you give up already now. Rod or no rod, that means nothing. A man is made for his task; His goal must be his Paradise! And between that and him a sea may flow,... If Satan's land lies near, May he then cry: It's impossible... The road to hell is much shorter?! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" To that I must say yes and no; A man must land somewhere,... And if he sees his futile efforts, He looks for other ways. It's the way it is, one wants compensation For small work or for great labor; And if one doesn't win it through honest struggle, Then one tries indirectly to get it anyway. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" But black never becomes white! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" But, dear friend, what good does it do you To call something as white as snow, When everyone now calls black as snow? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" You perhaps join in the cry? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" Oh no,... I don't say black, but rather gray. Humane is the watchword; the people no longer want To be handled roughly. Consider, we are in a free country; Here everyone's opinion counts. How then could one man against all Pronounce on black or white?... In short, because you have the majority You are the man who stands on top. I join, like the others, Now with you, as best I can, And hope no one takes it amiss That I did not fight to the utmost. The people judge now, I see clearly, My work as insignificant, trivial; They consider one thing now more necessary Than year after year increasing the harvest! No longer willingly bears his share Everyone where it must be,... And if the will is not involved, Then a matter is lost by itself... It is hard, you can imagine, To give up the plan for roads and bridges, The draining of marshes, ponds, And much more, now. But, good Lord, what can one say, Who cannot win must yield, Wait patiently, wisely keep silent, And hope everything from time. Now,... I lost the favor of the people As I had won it; So I must now along other paths Try to get mine back. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" But was it then for the favor of the people That you did all those works? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" No, truly not, that was not it; I wanted for the common good For the village the best, that alone. But I do not deny that at play was Also hope for future reciprocation, For well-done work, in time. That's how it is: a working man, With gifts and common sense, Wants to see fruits of his labor, Not go through life supported For the sake of a high ideal. Even with the best will I cannot Be negligent for my own good, And sacrifice all my strength to others. I sit at home with heavy burdens; I have a wife, several daughters, My care is for them the most;... Principles quench no one's thirst, Principles still no one's hunger, When one, like me, has the house so full; And should anyone express surprise At that, I say this: That he is no good as a family man. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" And now your plan?... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" To build. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" To build, you say? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" Yes, indeed,... For the good of the village and myself. First I want to rebuild my reputation, Which I had here before;... Election time is at hand; So I take refuge in something grand, Make the plan known in advance, Then I'll soon be top dog again, And the choice will likely fall on me again. Now I thought... one cannot Row against the stream. The people want, as it's now called, elevation; That is something I cannot keep up with; I help them along a bit; But such a thing must go amicably, And everyone is against me now. Look, that is why after mature consideration I have come to the plan, if possible, To fight the curse of poverty. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" You want to eradicate it? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" Oh no;... It is a necessary evil Of society, and unavoidable; But to be guided, limited With skill, to certain forms, If we only pay attention in time. We know it, poverty is the manure That best makes all evil thrive; And that manure I want to limit. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" And how do you think? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" Can you not guess? Satisfying a deeply felt Need of the whole surroundings, I build for poverty a pest house; Yes, a pest house, I say, with intention, Since it must ward off infection. To that building, my idea was, A jail should be attached, So that here cause and effect Are locked up together, But separated by a partition wall. And if I'm already at it, I also thought to build beside it A wing... under the same roof... With a hall for festivities, a gathering, For serious or fun use, With a rostrum and lots of space,... A nice, political banquet hall. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" The last is especially urgently needed; But I know something, there is even more lacking. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" Did you think of an asylum for the insane? Yes, certainly; that is also badly needed. That was initially my thought, But after some consultation with others I came back from that idea; For how to get the means For such a huge building? For believe me, such an institution would cost An exorbitantly large sum, If everyone who needs it Must find accommodation there. One must trust in time, Not build only for oneself,... With giant strides it went forward Last year, this year not so;... You see how all popular interests Have grown tremendously; With seven-league boots, as if bewitched, Powers and talents develop, In all possible fields. It would therefore be an all too expensive joke To provide for our descendants a place For themselves, with children and wives. And therefore I say: dear God, That tooth, we just pull it out! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" And if someone becomes too crazy You still have the great hall. :::

:::stage (satisfied) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" Yes, it will be empty most of the time! That idea, Brand, was really witty! If the building plan does not fail, Then we'll get the institution for free, Gather under the same roof, Protected by the same flag, The genuine elements That characterize our village; There we have our paupers, With all the scoundrel crew along, Lunatics, who run loose and free Without help or discipline,... And then the fruit of our freedom, Election struggle with clever speakers, A council chamber where we deliberate, What may serve for the good of the village,... A banquet hall, where with full glasses We happily commemorate our ancestors. Thus if the matter doesn't fall through, The son of the mountains gets everything He can rightfully demand, To live according to his own taste. Alas, the region here is not rich; But once that community house stands, Then, I think, one can call it here Rightly, a well-governed district. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" But the money...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" Yes, precisely, there's the rub, In this matter as in most; The willingness to contribute is weak, And if you withhold your help Then I can also strike my colors. But if you support with your powerful word My plan, then it will surely succeed,... And once it comes to fruition I will truly not forget you. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" So your plan is to buy me off? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" I would rather call it something else... For both it would, I think, The discord that like a chasm Until now exists between us, To our mutual benefit be able to bridge. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Then you have chosen your time poorly... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" Oh yes, I know, the great sorrow, That has just wounded your fatherly heart; Your calmness, however, made me venture; And the need for firm support... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" In joy as in sorrow, I am ready, where it may be necessary; But for another reason you Make this time a vain effort. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" That reason is...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I myself want to build. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" What! Build? Are you taking my plan? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Not entirely. (points outside). Look, do you see over there...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" There? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" ...Yes. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" That large wooden house? That is your cow barn, isn't it? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" No, not that;... the little wooden house. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" What! The church! :::

:::stage (nods) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" That I want to rebuild. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" That will certainly not happen! No one will touch the church;... It is to put a spoke in my wheel; My plan is ready and urgent; But yours throws me out of the saddle; And both at once, that won't work,... So give in...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" That I have never done. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" Now you must do it! Build my jail With the pest house and the great banquet hall, In short, the institution... so to speak,... Who then asks about the dilapidated church? And why must it be rebuilt now? It was formerly large enough. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Perhaps; but now it is too small. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" But I have never seen it full! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Even a single soul can find No space for elevation within. :::

:::stage (shakes head in wonder) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" With which that single soul proves How necessary my madhouse is here. (in a different tone). Leave the church standing, let me advise you; One can to a certain degree Call it an old venerable heirloom. It is an heirloom, inalienable,... And it will not be destroyed for a whim! Even if my building plan falls through, I will, like a Phoenix from its ashes, Rise again in the favor of the people here! I will rise as the bold knight, For the monument here on our shore! Here was formerly a place of sacrifice,... That was in King Bele's days; And the church rose from that later From pious heroes' plunder and spoils. Venerable in its simple splendor, Most holy in its ancient garb, It stood proudly into our days... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" But what formerly testified of power Now rests long in the silent grave;... Now not much of that remains. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" That's just it! It is so old, That it actually no longer exists; But when my grandfather still lived There was still a hole in the wall! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" A hole? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" As wide as a barrel! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" But then the wall? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" Yes, that was gone. Look, that is why I must say frankly, Demolishing the church is impossible;... That would be a shameful, a gruesome Barbaric act without equal! And the money,... where would that come from? Do you think people here are so generous For such an immature plan To dip into their purses immediately, As if with a bit of repair One could still prop up the old one So that it lasts our time? But go and investigate yourself,... I'll win my case in the end. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I do not intend to press people For money for the new house of God. From my own means I want to build;... My inheritance, all I possess, I put at the disposal for that purpose. Do you perhaps think now still so bold That I will change my mind? :::

:::stage (with folded hands) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" I stand as if fallen from the sky! Such a thing hardly occurs in cities,... And here in the village... where everyone Kept such a tight grip on his purse For what even was most urgently needed,... Here you come with a torrent That glitters and sparkles, sparkles, foams... No, I must say, I am dumbfounded! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Long ago I mentally gave up The money... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" Yes, I heard talk Of things that pointed to something like that. But I thought they were just rumors. Who wants to make such a sacrifice Where it brings him no visible gain? But that is entirely your own affair;... If you go ahead now, I will follow. You are in the fire now, you can work, And I will come at a walking pace too... Brand, let us build that church together! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" What? You want to let your plan slip? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" Good Lord knows I do! I would be crazy if I didn't. Who do you think has the people on his side, When one wants to lead, feed them, And the other milk, shear, pluck? Yes, by thunder, I'll join! I am already entirely filled with the plan, Moved, stirred, touched; It was a lucky coincidence that Drove me to your house this evening; For without mine perhaps Yours would not have arisen,... At least not come to light. So it is after all my own work, The building of that new church! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" But remember, the stately old Ruins cannot remain standing! :::

:::stage (looks outside) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" Viewed so in the double light Of moonlight and fresh snowfall, It looks very dilapidated. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" What do you say? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BAILIFF" Brand, it's really too old! It is truly inexplicable to me That I never saw it before this evening. The rafters are already crooked; Use will soon become most dangerous. And where is style, architecture? Neither in the roof nor in the wall. What should one call such arches? A professional would say: appalling!... And the green mossy roof also cannot Date from King Bele's days. No, piety can also go too far! And everyone must understand, That such a rickety, rotten box Is a monstrosity, nothing more! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" But if the people should resist, And declare themselves against demolition?... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAYOR" If no one else, then I will. I shall at once, the sooner the better, Arrange and order everything, So that the matter runs smoothly. I'll work, write, and do my best. Well, yes... you know me. Enough! And if I cannot drive together helpers For the demolition work from the stupid crowd, Then I'll take it on with my own hands, And break it down plank by plank myself. Yes, if I had to have my wife and all my daughters Help with the destruction work, By God, I'd not leave a single pole standing! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" That tone certainly sounds quite different From the one you used just now. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAYOR" To counteract one-sidedness That is what humanity teaches us; And if the poet is not mistaken, Then it is actually a very fine thing That our spirit is winged,... In other words... it can fly... Farewell! (takes his hat) Now I must go to the gang. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" To what? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAYOR" Yes, imagine, just the two of us, Close to the village, I've rounded up A band of Gypsies, ugly lot;... I had a sturdy rope to help me; Now they are trapped over there In a house by the shore; but I'll be hanged If a couple haven't run away... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" And Christmas has just been announced. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAYOR" What is that devil's brood doing here anyway? But it's true, in a certain sense They belong to this district... (laughing) Yes, and precisely to you! Listen, a fine riddle, Solve it if you can: There are people who exist Through those from whom your life originated. And yet they exist, again, Because they are of another stock! :::

:::stage (shakes his head) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Oh God, there are so many riddles! One stares at them... cannot solve them. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAYOR" But this one is quite easy to solve. You must have heard someone speak In the village, here or there, a word, About the poor young man who lived here... And was as learned as four priests,-- And proposed to your mother... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Go on? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAYOR" For a very rich girl! But she gave him the brush-off, naturally, As he might have expected. But do you know what he did then? He nearly went mad with grief, And finally married another, A Gypsy woman;... and before his death He left a child to the band, Which now roams in sin and need. Yes, one of those common witches We kept in our district, by God.... A memento of his fine deed... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" And that is... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAYOR" Well, the wild Gerd. :::

:::stage (muffled) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Aha! :::

:::stage (cheerfully) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAYOR" What? The riddle is not bad! For she exists by virtue of her, Who once gave you life; For love of your mother was The drive that gave her life. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Is there no means, that you know, To help those lost souls? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAYOR" They are best kept under lock and key. There is no good to be done with them; Who would save them would rob The devil, who must go bankrupt If he does not get his share on earth. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Yet it was your plan to build a refuge For all the poor people? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAYOR" That plan, as soon as it was made... Was immediately withdrawn. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" But if it still...; it was still beautiful... :::

:::stage (smiling) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAYOR" That tone certainly sounds quite different From the one you used just now. :::

:::stage (pats him on the back). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAYOR" Let that be dead and forgotten; A man must act firmly and surely. Farewell! I must not linger longer; I must go out and try to track down Those few who escaped. So goodbye. A merry Christmas I wish you. And greet your wife! (exit). :::

:::stage (after a while of silent thought) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Oh, penance, endless penance!... So wild, so tangled together Are all the threads of fate,... So lie sin and the fruit of sin Together, corrupting each other, That he who sees it must acknowledge That good and evil are inseparable. :::

:::stage (goes to the window and stares out for a long time) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" My child, you fell, poor innocent lamb, As a sacrifice for my mother's deeds; A lost soul came as a messenger From Him who thrones above the clouds, And cast the die of fate;... And this poor soul came into being Because my mother's soul once erred! Thus God with the wages of sin Keeps in balance His eternal right, And hurls from the heights of heaven Chastisement to the third generation. :::

:::stage (recoils in fright from the window) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Yes, the Lord's law rests on the family! His first aim is balance. To make the scale rise Sacrificial willingness has the power; But the word may not be named now, For mankind trembles already at hearing it! :::

:::stage (paces up and down the room for a while) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" And to pray? To pray? Oh,... a word, That smoothly enough rolls off the tongue,... With which everyone is generous enough. It means to beg for mercy On dark, mysterious paths, To plead for Christ's intercession, And to stretch both hands high... In doubt standing up to the knees! Oh yes, if that were the end of the matter, Then I would dare, like any other, to risk Knocking at the Lord's gate, Who is "fearful to praise"! :::

:::stage (stands still lost in thought) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" And yet... in the saddest days of grief In the most fearful hour of great pain, When, slumbering for the last time, The child could no longer be roused to a smile By a mother's kiss;... What was that...? Did I not pray then? Where did that sweet rapture come from, That stream of song, that melody, That came from afar, and disappeared again... And lifted me high, light and free? Did I pray? Was I absorbed in prayer? Did I speak with God here then? Did He understand me? And did He look down On the house of sorrow where I wept?... What do I know! Now it is dark again Around me, everything closed again,... And nowhere, nowhere to find light... Yes, Agnes,... she who sees blindfolded!... :::

:::stage (calls out anxiously) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Light, Agnes,... light, oh bring me light!

(Agnes opens the door and comes in with the lighted candles for the feast; a bright light streams through the room). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Light! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Do you see the Christmas light I bring? :::

:::stage (softly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Ha, the Christmas light! :::

:::stage (sets the candelabra on the table) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Was I away long, dearest? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" No, no! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" But oh, how cold it is here; You must be freezing... :::

:::stage (forcefully) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" No! :::

:::stage (smiling) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Your pride Wants neither warmth nor light. :::

:::stage (stokes the stove). :::

:::stage (paces up and down) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Hm, doesn't want to! :::

:::stage (silently to herself, while decorating the room) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Here I put the light, How happily my Alf grasped for the shining candlelight With his little fingers. Then he was still healthy and strong, And leaned forward from his chair And asked if this was now a sun! (moves the light a little). Now the light's beam falls Outward... over that spot there. Now he can see through the panes The glow, from where he lies and sleeps; Now he can peek unnoticed Into the festive, radiant room... But as if dulled by tears, the glass is;... Wait, wait, soon it will laugh... :::

:::stage (wipes the glass). :::

:::stage (has followed her with his eyes and says softly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" When will the storm ever calm Of that sea of sorrow, so wildly stirred! It must calm down. :::

:::stage (to herself) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Look, how bright! Now it is as if the dividing wall fell away, As if the room became larger, As if the hard, cold ground Became a soft and cozy bed, Where the child can sleep sweetly and softly. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" What are you doing, Agnes? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Shh! Be quiet! :::

:::stage (closer) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Why is that curtain gone? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" It was just a dream; now it is over. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" There is great danger in dreams. Close it again! :::

:::stage (pleadingly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Brand! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Close it! Close it! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Oh, do not be hard, that is not good! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Close! Close! :::

:::stage (closes the shutters) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Now everything is closed. God will surely not be offended If in a moment of dream I drank from the well of comfort... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Oh no! He is a gentle and accommodating judge, And will overlook it If into the service you dedicate to Him, Some idolatry creeps in. :::

:::stage (bursts into tears) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Oh, tell me, how far do your demands go! I am tired, dead tired,... my strength gives way. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I have said: thrown into the sea Is the sacrifice that does not give everything. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" But I gave everything; I have nothing left now! :::

:::stage (shakes his head) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" You must still make many more sacrifices. :::

:::stage (smiles) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Demand then! Now I have the courage of poverty! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Give! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Take! Oh, Brand, you can find nothing! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Your grief and your memories,... Your sinful, yearning longing... :::

:::stage (in despair) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" I also still have my tormented heart! Tear it out! Tear it out! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Into a gaping abyss And aimless you would throw the sacrifice, If you mourn for what you miss now! :::

:::stage (shudders) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Your way to God is narrow and steep. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" The firm will knows only this one... :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" So no mercy...? :::

:::stage (refusing) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Only through sacrifices. :::

:::stage (stares ahead and says deeply moved) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Now opens like a wide abyss, The word of Scripture that I never before Fully understood. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Which word is that? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" He who sees Jehovah must die!

BRAND (throws his arms around her and presses her tightly against him).

Hide yourself, Agnes! Do not look at Him! Close your eyes... :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Are you serious? :::

:::stage (lets her go) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" No! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Brand, you are suffering. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I love you. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Hard is your love. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Too hard? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Ask nothing; I follow you wherever you go. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Do you think that I once rashly Withdrew your youth from play and dance... That I had to strike you with half-heartedness With the command of sacrificial willingness? Woe to us, then it would be too dear, too heavy The sacrifice we have brought here. You are my wife, your whole life To the Lord's service I may thus demand. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Yes, well, but do not go away from me. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I need silence and rest, The church building will soon begin... :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" My little church fell into ruins. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" If you practiced idolatry there Then the storm had to bring it down. :::

:::stage (embraces her as if in fear). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" God bless you,... and through you also Myself and what is mine! :::

:::stage (goes to the side door). :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Brand, may I from the window a little Loosen the shutters? Just a crack? Just for a moment? Please, may I? :::

:::stage (in the doorway) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" No. (goes into his room). :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Tight shut! Tight shut,... everything tight shut! Even forgetting he locks up! Complaints, sighs, bolted shut, Heaven, grave, barred, locked! I want to go away; I cannot live Here in loneliness and sorrow! Away? Where to? Do not from above Stern eyes look down on me? Can I take with me on my flight What is my heart's possession? Can I escape, if I wanted to, From my fear, my dull emptiness? :::

:::stage (listens at the door of Brand's room) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" He reads aloud; to his ear My voice from here does not penetrate. No help anywhere! No counsel, no comfort! God the Lord is much too busy now With listening to the rich, The child-rich, the blessed, Their thanks and song and play and dance. Christmas is a time of joy. Me, a deserted mother, lamenting, He does not see, pays no attention. :::

:::stage (goes cautiously to the window). :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Shall I slide open the shutters, So that the full, clear light Chases away the specter of fear and dread From the night in which he slumbers?... No, he is no longer there!... Christmas is the feast of children; Here he may come now; Perhaps he stands outside, Reaches with his little arms to tap On the tightly closed panes... Did I not hear crying now? Alf, my child, I know no counsel! It is closed here; that your father did;... Alf, I may not open! You are an obedient child, Never did you or I cause him sorrow. Oh, ascend quickly again to heaven, There is light and there is joy: There is play of children's throngs. But let no one see you crying,... Do not say that your father shut the house When you came knocking at the door. The little child cannot yet understand What is grown-up duty. Say that grieving, he, and sighing, Has plucked leaves for a wreath; Say that he has made it. Can you see it? It is from him! :::

:::stage (listens, thinks, and shakes his head). :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Oh, I dream again! More than shutters Stands as a dividing wall between us. In the glow of the purifying fire All division first falls away,... The vault bursts and bolts crack Prison door hinges grind, The great lock springs open! Much, oh much must still happen, Before we can see each other again... I will work in all silence, To meet his demands; I will harden myself, I will want to... But tonight it is the feast. Last year it was quite different! Hush,... I will celebrate the feast nonetheless; I will bring out all my treasures;... How infinitely much they mean to me, After the loss of my happiness, Only a mother's sorrow can know.

(She kneels down by the chest of drawers, pulls open a drawer, and takes out several things. At that same moment Brand opens the door and wants to say something to her, but when he notices what she is about to do, he waits and stands still. Agnes does not see him). :::

:::stage (softly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Always hovering around the churchyard, Playing the same games around the grave. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" This is the veil... and the cloak He wore when he was baptized... In this I tied his little dress... :::

:::stage (holds it up, looks at it and laughs). :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Oh, how sweet it looked on him! Splendid was my little lad When we sat in church there... Here the sash and here the little smock, That he wore the first time When he was allowed to go outside. Oh, it was much too long then, But it soon became too small for him... I will just lay that here... Mittens, little stockings,... what legs!... And his new silk hat, That he got when winter came...; Beautiful and fresh, and still unused. Oh, there lie still the little clothes In which I wrapped him For traveling, warm and light; When I had to put them away again I was weary unto death. :::

:::stage (wrings her hands in sorrow) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Spare me, God! I cannot shatter her last Idol temple; Send another, if it must be! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Here are stains; have I wept?... What a treasure! Covered with pearls, A trail of tears from fearful sorrows, Radiant with the pain of choice, Holy!--that is the coronation robe He wore on the day of sacrifice! Oh, how rich I still am!

(There is a violent knock at the corridor door; Agnes turns around with a cry and at the same moment catches sight of Brand. The door is torn open, and a ragged woman, with a child in her arms, rushes in). :::

:::stage (sees the baby clothes and calls to Agnes:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Give me something, you rich mother! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" You are ten times richer. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" So you are another of those With a mouth full of fine words! :::

:::stage (comes closer) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Tell me what you are looking for here. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Not you, for you are a priest! Rather in the storm out there Than to hear talk of penance; Rather flee until I fall down, Drown myself, or starve, Than to listen to you, black robe, Who want to drive me to hell! Can I help it, for the devil, That I became what I am? :::

:::stage (softly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" This voice and that face... They awaken fearful suspicions! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Rest, and warm yourself, if you are cold. Give the child what it needs... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" A Gypsy may not sit Where it is light, where it is good. For us are the outer roads, Hollows, forests, heath and mountains; House and home, they are for you, I must go outside again at once, They are after me like dogs! The police, all of them, If they catch me, I will be bound. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Here you are safe. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Here? Under a roof and between walls? No indeed; then the winter night Gives better air for both of us. But something to cover the child! For his brother ran away, the scoundrel, Like a thief with all the rags In which I had wrapped him. Look, he is as good as naked now, Blue and wet and half frozen In the snowstorm from just now. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Woman, leave your child with us, So that it may be spared your fate. Do it for his soul's salvation; Then the brand mark will be removed... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Yes, you are well informed! No one performs such a miracle,... May and must not even do it! Fight with those who cast him out! Do you know where he was born? On the roadside, yes! Amid play, noise and drink. Was baptized with mud splashes, The cross made with hot ash, First refreshed from the drinking bottle... And just when he was born They stood around us raging;... Why, do you think, tell me? God forbid! Who the father of the boy was! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Agnes? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Yes. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" You know your duty. :::

:::stage (with fright) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Brand! To her! Oh no, never! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Give, oh give me what you have! Old rags, silk goods! Nothing is too bad, too fine for me, If it can only warm him. Let him thaw out first If he dies today anyway! :::

:::stage (to Agnes) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Again God gives a sign! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" There is plenty for your own boy... Do you have nothing for mine? Be it clothes, or a shroud? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Do you not hear how in her words Warning from above sounds? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Give, give! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" It is sacrilege! A crime against my little dead one! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Aimlessly you offered him sacrifice, If you remain standing on the threshold. :::

:::stage (brokenly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" So be it... your will be done I trample my bleeding heart underfoot. Woman, come here, take what you want.... I share my abundance with you... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Give! give! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Share?... Agnes, share? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" I would rather die than steal everything away! I have yielded Step by step! I cannot go further! It is enough; more is not necessary! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Was everything then also too much When for your child you bought it? :::

:::stage (gives) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Woman, come here; take this cloak, In which I held my child at baptism. Here the little dress,... sash and smock; That is warm in winter weather. Here the soft silk hat... He will not suffer cold under that. Take it, take everything now... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Give, oh give! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Have you given everything now? :::

:::stage (giving again) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Woman, here is the coronation robe, He wore on the day of sacrifice! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" So! now the drawers are empty; And now I'll be off! On the stairs I will dress him;... Quick now away with all my rags! (exit).

AGNES (stands in intense inner struggle; finally she asks:)

Tell me, Brand, would it be fair To demand even more now? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Tell me first, was it from the heart That you made the heavy sacrifice? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" No. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Then it also has no value. And there remains still more to demand (about to go). :::

:::stage (silent until he is at the door, then she calls:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Brand! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" What is it? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" I have lied;... Look, I regret it, I am humbled. No, you could not think otherwise Than that I had now given everything. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" And? :::

:::stage (pulls a folded little cap from her bosom) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" This I have kept. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" That? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Yes, wet with all my tears, Moist with the deathly cold sweat,... It has lain on my heart! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Remain then in your idol's power. (about to go). :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Wait! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" What do you want? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Oh, you know it! (hands him the little cap). :::

:::stage (comes closer and asks without taking it) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Is it from the heart? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Yes! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Give it here then. The poor woman is still sitting on the stairs. (exit). :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Torn loose... torn apart is everything... The last that still bound me to the dust!

(stands motionless for a while; gradually the expression of her face turns into radiant joy. Brand returns; she rushes to meet him jubilantly, throws her arms around his neck and cries:)

I am freed, Brand! I am freed! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Agnes! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" The darkness is over! All the fears that lay Like lead heavy on my chest, Are hurled into the abyss! My will has conquered! All mists have scattered, All clouds swept away; Through the night on the other side I see the morning glow shining! Graveyard! Graveyard! The word no longer brings tears, No longer tears open the wound;... The little one has ascended to heaven! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Yes, now you have conquered! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Conquered I have, yes... Grave and fear of death, pain and sorrow! Oh, look upward, look upward! Do you see Alf standing before God's throne, Laughing, happy, as in his life, Stretching his little arms out to us? And even if I had a thousand mouths, And even if I might and could, I would not open one To ask for him back. Oh, how great, how rich is God In achieving His purpose. The child fallen as a sacrifice lamb, Has saved my soul to life; I received it to give it back again, To win the victory!... Thanks that you led my hand; Faithfully you have fought for me; Oh, I saw how you suffered. Now you stand in the valley of choice; Soon will press on you the weight Of the all or nothing! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Agnes, child, you speak in riddles;... Now all struggle is over! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Have you forgotten the word of Scripture: He who sees Jehovah must die! :::

:::stage (recoils) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Woe is me! What a light you kindle!... No! No! A thousand times no! I have giant strong hands, You shall not go from me! Let everything else slip from me, I can do without everything here, But not you, oh no, never you! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Choose; you now stand at the crossroads! Extinguish the light that now glows in me, Close off the source of those feelings, Give me back my idol images... Outside that woman still sits;... Let me return again To the days when I was blind, Let me sink again into the mire, Where I lived until now in sin; Everything you can; it is up to you; Against you I can do nothing; Break my wings, imprison my soul, Lay on me the lead of days, Bind me, pull me down again, Where you yourself lifted me up,... Let me live as before, When I writhed in the dark! If you can and dare do this, I am as before your wife;... Choose; you now stand at the crossroads! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Woe is me! woe is me, if I wanted to! Oh, but far from this place, Far from sad memories You will find light and life again! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Do you not think that here bind you The sacrifice... and your calling also? And do you forget all the souls, That you must heal here? Those whom God entrusted to you To lead to salvation? Choose! you stand now at the crossroads! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I have no choice here. :::

:::stage (throws her arms around his neck) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Thanks for everything,... and also for that! Faithfully you have supported the weak! I feel tired now and broken,... But you will faithfully watch over me. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Sleep! Your day's work is done. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Yes, done, and the night light burns. The victory took my strength; Now I am weak and exhausted; Oh, but I will praise God forever! Good night, Brand! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Good night! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AGNES" Thanks for everything. Now I will sleep (exit). :::

:::stage (presses his hands against his chest) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Soul, be faithful to the very end! Highest victory is to lose all. Through loss is first won;... The eternal inheritance is the lost! :::

END OF THE FOURTH ACT

:::stage A year and a half later. The new church is quite finished and decorated for the consecration. The river runs close by. It is misty, early in the morning. :::

:::stage The sexton is busy hanging garlands outside in front of the church; presently the schoolmaster comes. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" Look here, up already? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" It's necessary. Give me a hand with these greens here. It's to be a hedge for the procession. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" Over there at the parsonage I saw Something hung in a round frame... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Yes, yes! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" What is that to be? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" A shield of honor, as they call it, With his name on a gold ground. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" Yes, it's a holiday for the district! From all sides they are coming; The fjord is almost white with sails. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Yes, now the parish is awake; In former days, before his time, No one here knew of strife or struggle; Then you slept yourself, then your neighbor slept; I no longer know which is best. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" Life, friend, life! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" But we pass By life, untouched; How does that happen? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" That happens because We worked while others slept;... And when they woke, we slept,... For no one needed us then. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" But life, was that not best, you said? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" That is what the provost and the rector say; And then I don't like to say otherwise, But, only if the great mass Thinks so too, that goes without saying. For us another law applies Than the one read here; We two here are officials Of the district, to faithfully support Church discipline and all sciences, And who do not meddle with passions, In a word: stand outside the parties. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" But the rector does not stand outside. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" That is just what is to be regretted. I am sure that his superiors Are not satisfied with him, And if they dared before the people, They would have turned their backs on him long ago. But he is sly; he smells a rat, He knows enough what is going on. He builds the church. And everyone stares Blindly here, just as long as something is done. What is done, no one cares; That something is done,... that's the point,... All of us here,... people and leaders Can rightly be called men of action. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" You were a delegate for a time, And must therefore know people and country well; But someone who traveled through here, Shortly after the parish awoke, Said, earlier they were sleepers here, And now, awake, vow-makers. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" Yes, they are generous with vows... Do all too much but make vows,... The people have developed so quickly, That almost everyone promises something. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" You, who studied, tell me now once... I have often pondered it... What is meant by a public vow? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" A public vow? That is not easy To say, would lead us somewhat far; But it is something around which all Gather united... for the idea; It is something that must happen, Far in the future, of course. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" So, thank you, I can understand that; But there is still something I would like To hear from you for a moment. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" Speak freely. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" After how many years Does what is called the future come? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" Well! It never comes! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Never comes? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" No! And that is naturally in order. For if it comes, it has become The present,... is no longer future. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Yes, that is so, I see that; There is no quarreling about that. But then how does one keep that promise? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" But I have just said, It relates to the future; It is only fulfilled in the future. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Yes, good; but when does that come then? :::

:::stage (to himself) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" What a sexton! (loud) Dear friend, Must I repeat what I said, That no future can ever come, For when it comes, it no longer exists. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Hm! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" Behind every abstract concept Lies something that seems like a turn, But which is very simple,... That is to say, for those Who count beyond ten. Promising is at last lying, Let him who promises be ever so honest; Hitherto it has been called difficult to keep; One may well say quite impossible, If one knows anything about logic... Come, let us drop that. Say, listen?... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Hush! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" What is it? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Hush! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" Indeed, I hear someone playing On the new organ. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" That is he. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" What? Brand? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Yes. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" Well, confound it! He has been up early! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" I almost think he hasn't touched his bed This night. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" What? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Yes, that will never end well, He is consumed by secret grief Since he became a widower. He wants to hide it, that is true; But now and then it comes to light: It is as if his heart then overflows,... Then he plays. Hear how every note Sounds like weeping for wife and child. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" It sounds almost like a dialogue... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Of one who comforts and one who suffers... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" Hm,... if I might, I would be moved! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Yes, if one were not an official... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" And clamped and strapped In all that befits one's station! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Yes, if one dared to chase to the devil All that bookish talk! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" And then not be so sensible, But dare to feel, good sexton! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Friend, no one sees us,... let us feel! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" It would be unseemly to descend To the feelings of common people. A man must, as our priest teaches, Wish to be only one thing; Even he who would wish it cannot be A man and at the same time an official. One must only... in all respects... Be an imitator of the bailiff. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Why of him particularly? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" Now, you know Well when that great fire was, How he then carried the archives out And saved them? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Yes, that was a night! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" A night of calamity! The bailiff toiled, It was as if he lived fourteenfold... But inside stood the devil, laughing,... His wife, seeing him, began to lament: Your soul's salvation, my dear husband!... The evil one is after your life! Then the bailiff cried in the glow: My soul? Let it go to hell! Help me but save the archives! Look, he is bailiff through and through, Body and soul, with heart and soul. And therefore he will surely end up Where he will get his due reward. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" And where is that? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" Naturally in The good bailiffs' Paradise. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" My clever friend! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" How so? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" It seems to me, That behind everything you say I mark the signs of great ferment; For ferment there is here, that is certain; That shows the cleavage everywhere In respect for ancient usage. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" What moulders must go into the ground; What rots is food for the new,... The present is a consumptive, And will get no fresh air Until in the coffin along with the lot! Yes, ferment there is, that is certain, That is to be seen, even without a telescope. The day the old church fell, It was as if it took with it everything In which our life until then Was rooted, found its nourishment. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Then the people became still and afraid. They cried first: pull down! pull down! But it did not last very long, that shouting, And many a one felt oppressed, Looked shyly aside and stood abashed, When the old house of God of the village Was now seriously to crumble into ruins,... For many it seemed inviolable. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" They thought that strong bonds Bound them to the spirit of the old, As long as the new church was not Consecrated in all its form; And therefore in fear and anxiety They just watched how it would turn out, Looking out for the great day, On which, instead of the old flag, The new colors would wave;... But as the tower rose The people grew more afraid, still and pale... And now,... yes now the time is up. :::

:::stage (points to the side) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Look, what a crowd! Small and great Have gathered. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" By thousands. How still it is! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Yet I hear a murmur, Like the sea before a storm. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" That is the heart of the people groaning;... It is as if a realization passed through it, The understanding of the weight of the times; Is it not as if they had gone forth To the Thing to choose a new god? Where is Brand now? I feel anxious;... I wish I could hide! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" I too, I too! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" In such an hour One cannot fathom one's own heart:... It goes deeper and deeper still; One wills, resists, cannot help it! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Friend! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" Brother! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Hm! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" Speak!... why do you hesitate? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" I really believe we feel! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" What? Not I, I say! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Well, then I don't either! And one testimony counts for no one! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" We are men, and not women. The schoolchildren wait. I wish you good morning! (exit). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" I seemed just now really foolish; Now I am cooled down and wise again, And remain closed as a pot. To work;... here it is over now, And idleness is the devil's pillow. :::

:::stage (exit to the other side). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" (The organ tones, which have sounded muffled during the foregoing, suddenly burst forth powerful and full, ending in a piercing discord. Soon after, Brand comes out of the church.) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" No, I cannot force the tone To sound lovely and full. Everything becomes one cry of woe; Oppressive seem the walls, the arches, The high vault, settling down On my song, narrowly confining, Like the wood, the hard, cold, Scarcely enclosing my dead! I have tried so many times, The organ has lost its voice. Loudly I sang my prayer; It came back as sound, broken, Of a bell, cracked, rusty, Like a dull and hollow groan. It was as if God himself stood there, Throned high on the chancel above, As if he angrily struck with his hand, Rejecting my words!

A great house of God shall rise, So I promised overboldly; Break, fell, cheerfully I risked pulling everything down... Now the work is completed. All now rejoice in chorus, Cry: oh, how great! how great!... Are they the ones who know better,... Or is it I who cannot see it? Is it great? Is this house Truly that which I have willed? Is the longing of my soul, Which caused it to arise, satisfied? Does it resemble that image of a temple, Which hovered before my mind, Vaulting over all sorrows?...

Oh, if Agnes had remained It would have turned out differently; The great in the small she could see, Light would she bring into my night of doubt, Earth and heaven she would embrace, Like a leafy roof over trunks. :::

:::stage (notices the preparations for the festival). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Green garlands, bunting, From the schools comes singing; And my parsonage is full, Everyone wants to greet me;... Does my name not gleam there in gold? God give light,... or else plunge me Deep into a dark abyss! Another hour; then it will begin; All think only of me now, My name is on every lip! Their thoughts, oh I know them, And their words I feel burning, Oh, their song of praise goes chilling Like an ice-stream through my heart. Could I... oh could I like a wild beast Hide my head in a den, Wrap myself in oblivion! :::

:::stage (enters in gala costume and greets, beaming with satisfaction) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Here then is the great day, The Sabbath that concludes the week; Now we furl the sails And hoist high the Sunday flag, Go with the stream, gently, And see how everything is ready. Bravo, Brand, great and noble man, Whose name will soon resound through the land! Bravo; I am quite moved, And yet also immensely happy! And you...!? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" My throat is choked! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Oh come, that will soon pass. You must soon preach finely and thunderingly;... Give the people the full measure especially! By all accounts there is an acoustics here, Which all that I have spoken to have greatly Admired... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Indeed? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Yes, even the provost Was quite surprised and full of praise. And what a style, full of harmony! How great, sublime, beautiful of form And lines... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Have you noticed that? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Noticed, what? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Does the church seem large to you? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Not only seem,... no, it is, From near as well as far. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" It is large then? Truly? You think so?... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Yes, by thunder it is large,... Too large for people here in the North. In other lands, I know, They apply a different standard; But we, who live cramped here On barren rocks, brackish fields, On a strip between mountain and fjord,... Here it is large, even astonishingly large! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Yes, yes; and so for the old lie A new one has come in its place. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" How so? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" We gave the people for the old Dilapidated, rickety monument A high, a modern tower. First the choir whined: oh, so venerable! Now they roar: look, how great!... Thus there is no second one to be found! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" My dear friend, I must honestly say, That he who now wishes it even larger Is not free from pride. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" But everyone must surely understand That what stands there is a small church; To conceal that would be lying. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" No, listen,... leave such whims! What is the point? Why disparage What one has built with effort oneself? The people are so very satisfied, They find everything splendid, rich, Because no one has ever seen such a thing;... Oh, let them remain in that delusion! Why prod the wretches, And by force go light a light That no one wants? It all comes down to their faith. And it doesn't matter at all If the church were a doghouse, As long as the people can quietly believe That it is large, immensely large. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Always and everywhere the same! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Today besides, with the festival, Those souls are here as our guests; And it would be highly improper If everything were not at its best now. And most of all for yourself It would be unwise to touch On that so-called truth tumor. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" What do you mean? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" I'll tell you. First of all, the Council has decided To present you with a silver cup; If you now assail its greatness, Then what is inscribed on it becomes meaningless. And the verse that is written on it, And the speech I intend to make, Both would be equally absurd, If the building were no longer great. You see, then, it is a matter of accommodating yourself And keeping your ears tightly shut. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I see what I have so often seen... A festival of lies as a reward for lies. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" But good heavens, dear friend... What big words you say! But let that be a matter of taste. I have yet another argument... If the first was silver, this is gold. For know, you are now in favor, Are now the darling child of fortune, In short... you are to receive a decoration! Today itself you will pin the knight's cross In glory on your chest! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I have a heavier cross to bear; Take that from me, whoever can. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" What's that? You do not seem very impressed By the favor from higher authority? You are absolutely a riddle to me! But, I pray you, think just for a moment... :::

:::stage (stamping his foot) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" All this talk gives nothing;... I go away just as wise as I came; You have grasped nothing of the meaning That lay behind all my words. I did not mean the greatness that Is measured by feet and inches; But that which shines back, though hidden, Makes us coldly shudder, hotly glow, Which lures to dreams and lingering, Which lifts like a starry night, Which, which... leave me alone! I am tired;... Prove, explain, talk to others... :::

:::stage (goes up the hill toward the church). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Who can make head or tail of that, And understand him? Greatness which Lies in something that must shine back, That cannot be measured by inches? And starry night? Did he say that?... Had he perhaps breakfasted too well?... (exit). :::

:::stage (comes out of the church again) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" So lonely in the wild mountains I have never been as I stand here now; To whatever question, never an echo, But stupid croaking and twaddle. :::

:::stage (looks in the direction where the bailiff went). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Him I would like to trample! As often as I try to lift His spirit from low scheming and lies, He spits his filthy soul Boldly into my face!...

Oh, Agnes, why did you go away? This useless game makes me so tired. Where no one wins and no one yields, I stand as a fighter quite alone! :::

:::stage (enters) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Oh my children! Oh my lambs...! Oh no, pardon,... I meant to say: My colleague! That comes from the festival... yes... My sermon haunts me a bit; I only studied it yesterday... Now it is still so fresh in my mind. But enough... My thanks to you, You, who so boldly broke the ice, Went through strife and gossip, Pulled down what was already decayed, And built the new great and worthy. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" It is not yet that far. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" So, my dear, Is there more missing than the consecration? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" In the newly built house belongs A reborn, pure spirit. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Oh, such a thing will come of itself. Such a great and beautifully decorated vault, Such a light space also brings about That the people will keep somewhat purer. And then that beautiful acoustics, Which gives every word double force, Must multiply the faith of the congregation By a hundred per head. These are truly results, Such as even in large cities Can not be shown better... All that we owe to you; Accept for that from a colleague The heartfelt thanks, which will Be followed at the dinner, On this day... your day of honor!... By many a warm, enthusiastic word From our younger clergy... But, dear Brand, how pale you look... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Strength and courage have long left me. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" No wonder either;... with so many cares, And all without help and support. But now the worst is over, And already a beautiful day rewards us. But good cheer; it will go well! So many thousands are here Gathered from far-off places; Now say yourself... Who can match you In oratorical gifts? Look, your entire body of colleagues Now receives you with open arms, And the hearts of the congregation Are full of warm gratitude to you! And the building that has turned out so well! And that it is so beautifully decorated here! And then the text for the day... how sublime! And the unparalleled dinner! I was just in the parsonage When the calf was slaughtered for the feast. In truth, Brand, a splendid animal! I thought, that is quite a thing To find such a tasty piece In these difficult times, Now that meat is so expensive nowadays. But let us reserve that for later. Something else drove me here. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Speak up; cut, stab, tear and carve! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" My climax, friend, is less painful. But to be brief; there is not much time. There is a single point, in which From today you must change, And that will surely not be difficult. Yes, I suspect that you half Can guess already what I am hinting at? It concerns your conception of official duty. Until now you have not sufficiently Respected custom and usage; And yet, both are the most important, If not actually the highest. Now, well, Lord, I do not wish to blame, You are still young, a newcomer, You have just come from a large city, Cannot know the conditions here... But now, my dear, it is necessary To grasp the matter a little more correctly. Until now you have cared most about What each soul needs for itself; A gross mistake... this between ourselves... One must weigh the mass together; Shear all with the same comb. Rest assured, you will fare best that way! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Explain yourself further! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Look here,... You built here for the good of all A church. That is like the festive garb Of peace and of right and law; For in religion the State sees The power that does most for civilization... The bulwark of its firm confidence, And the guideline of morality. You see, the State is not very rich, And it wants value for its money. Good Christian, they say, good citizen Do you think that he wastes his money For mankind, and for God's sake? And to make it difficult for himself? No, the State is not that foolish; And it would look bad for all If, scrupulously and strictly, It had no more than that in view. But the State achieves its goal alone Through its officials, In this case thus through the minister... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Every word is wisdom! Speak! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" There remains now Not much more to say. You have given The State that church for its benefit, And from that it follows that now your labor Must serve to support Church and State. In this spirit I see the festival, Which we shall soon celebrate; Thus shall the bells also ring, Thus one reads the deed of gift. And with the donation, thus, you promise, Now also to do what I have asked of you... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" By God, that was not the intention! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Yes, dear friend, but now it is too late... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Too late? We shall see about that! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" I must laugh at you! Be wise! What are you making such a fuss about? What you promise, there is no harm in it! Not a single soul suffers damage If you also wish to serve the State; You can kill two birds with one stone, If you only go about it sensibly. It is not your work to save John and Peter From the fire of hell, But to refresh all the congregation At the fountain of grace. If the whole parish is then saved, Thus every one also has a share in it. The State is, you probably do not know, Exactly half republican; It hates freedom like death, But sees equality gladly enough; Equality, however, is never found Until what is uneven is smoothed away,... And that is precisely what you do not do! On the contrary, you have promoted What is unequal and unusual. Formerly that never came to light. Everyone was a member of the Church. Now each one has a personality; And that does not benefit the State. And therefore it is so difficult To collect equalization contributions, And other church goods, Because the Church is no longer the hat That must fit all heads. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" What a prospect opens up! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Do not be discouraged; that does you no good; Although indubitably here reigns A mess, which is an abomination. But where there is life, there is hope. And through the donation your duty becomes more clear, Namely, to work For the welfare of Church and State now both. In everything there must be regularity, Lest the play of scattered forces, Mad, like an untamed wild colt, Destroy grove and hedge and boundary stone Of tradition and custom. In every order one law rules, Even if it bears a different name. It is called "school" for fine arts; Among soldiers, if I remember rightly, it is "the step". Yes, that is the word, my dear friend! That is where it must head, so thinks the State. It considers the "double-quick" much too fast; "Mark time", not fast enough; But everyone in the same step, And everyone equally large steps,... Look, that is the goal towards which we strive! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" The gutter for the eagle;... far above The clouds to soar, for the geese! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Now, we are animals, thank God, not;... But if you want poetry and fables, You will find them in the Bible. It is full of them; swarms even From Genesis to Revelation With many instructive parables. I point for example only to The building of the Tower of Babel! How far did poor humanity get there? And why? Easily explained, They did not stay in their ranks, They each spoke their own language, Did not together draw under the yoke... They became personalities. This is the one half of the kernels Hidden in the fable's shell: He who keeps himself separate from others, Remains lonely and easily falls. Whom God wants to strike down in life's struggle, He makes him an individual. And formerly the Romans said: The gods robbed him of his reason. But mad and lonely is the same, And therefore he who stands alone Must eventually expect the same fate As him,... whom David sent to battle In the hottest fight,... Uriah, met. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Well possible, yes; but what then? I see no destruction in death. And are you so sure That if those who built had been one In language, and one in mind, They would have succeeded in raising the tower Up to heaven? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Up to heaven? No, not at all; No one reaches up to heaven. That is the other half of the kernels Hidden in the fable's shell: That every building comes to ruin That would strive towards the stars of heaven. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Jacob's ladder rose so high though, And the soul's longing reaches heaven! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Do you mean it so? Yes, good heavens! About that there is nothing more to say. Naturally heaven is the reward For a well-spent and pious life. But to mix faith and life Harms both; the one is not the other;... Six days are for working, The seventh is for soul-care; If the house of God stood open all week, Who would then come on Sunday? It weakens the purifying power of the word, If you do not spare it with understanding; For religion, like art, Must not dissolve into vapor. You may see your ideals From the sacred refuge of the pulpit... But lay them aside with the gown, As soon as you enter life again. As I said, there is a law in everything, Which demands strict self-limitation, And it is to bring this to light... What was necessary... that I spoke to you. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" One thing I understand: for me Do not fit the state concepts of my office. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Yes, friend, you can do much good,... But not here... you must rise higher;... In another sphere... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Is it necessary for that That I first be dragged through the mud? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" He who humbles himself shall be exalted. To catch the hook, one must bend it. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" You must first kill whom you use! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" God help me! What do you think now, That I would do such a thing...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Yes! So it is! First let someone slowly bleed to death! Only when a skeleton does one fit Into your bloodless pale existence! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" I would not even let a cat bleed, Much less you, understand me! I only thought it could do no harm If I briefly showed you the way, Along which I have come forward. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Have you also considered what you have asked? That at the first crow of the cock Of the Realm, I should deny all that My ideal was, for which I lived! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Deny, my friend? Who demands that? I only pointed out your duty; I want you to set aside What is not useful to your congregation. Keep it all, if you wish,... But keep it hermetically locked away. Rave in your inner self if you must, Not before the people, in public. Believe me: it avenges itself in the long run, If one remains stubborn and undisciplined. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Yes, fear of punishment, hope of reward, Like the mark of Cain it stands on your forehead; And cries out, how worldly-wise you Have killed the Abel in your soul! :::

:::stage (to himself) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" He actually says "you" and "thou"; That goes too far! (aloud) I do not want now To prolong the strife, but I must Ask you once more to consider,... Supposing you want to get ahead... In what country, in what time You live; for no one wins the fight If he does not go with the current. Look at the artists, at the poets: Do they despise the duties of the times? Look at the soldiers, do they still carry A sharp saber in the scabbard? No! Because a law commands: Adapt yourself to what your country needs. Everyone must tame his own self, Not stand out and not go ahead, Hide quietly in the mass. Humane is the watchword, says the bailiff. If you only approached it humanely You could still make a fine career. But first the rough edges smoothed off, And planed down what is bumpy; Smooth you must be like the others, And not walk on your own paths What you do will also be lasting. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Away, away from here! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Yes, that is true; A man like you, I understand it well, Desires a better sphere of work; But, if you are ever to be satisfied In a wide or in a narrow sphere, You must put on the livery of the times. The corporal must with his stick Beat the measure into the people. For the ideal of one who goes ahead With us now is a corporal. Just as the corporal leads his people To church, in file, So must you lead the congregation As a shepherd to Paradise, It goes so easily; for faith You have, as a teacher, the authority; And since that is based on study They accept it blindly as well. And how you are to proclaim the doctrine The law and ritual will show you. So, brother... do not be discouraged, There is still time to think; Understand the situation, do not be anxious!... I will try once more in the church Whether I can speak with a louder voice; I am not used to so much sound,... It occurs here so seldom. Goodbye; soon I shall preach about The discord in the human soul, And how God's image is erased,... But now, I think, it will soon be time To take a little refreshment (exit). :::

:::stage (stands for a moment as if petrified in his thoughts) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I sacrificed everything for my work, For God's work, I thought in blindness; There sounded a one-day trumpet blast And showed me which spirit I served.

No, no! They have not yet got me! That church over there has drunk blood; My light, my life I gave for it; But still, my soul I will keep!

Terrible it is to stand alone,... Wherever I look, to see death; Terrible, to hunger so for bread, When they give you nothing but stones.

How fearfully true he spoke,... Yet what an abyss was revealed! God's holy dove hides itself, Never yet brought clarity over me!... Oh, if only one were with me in faith,... Who would give me calm and peace again!

(Ejnar, pale, emaciated, dressed in black, comes along the road and stops when he sees Brand). :::

:::stage (exclaiming:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" You, Ejnar! :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Yes, that is my name. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Just now when I so long for someone Whose heart is not of wood or stone! Oh, Ejnar, come here into my arms! :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" That is not necessary; I am already safe. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" You cherish a grudge after so many years, For what once happened? :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" No; You are to blame. I see in you The blind instrument, that God's love Sent to me, when I was lost. :::

:::stage (recoils) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" What kind of talk is that? :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" The language of rest,... Which one learns, when he puts off The garment of sin, and is reborn. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Remarkable! I had heard That you at that time had taken Quite different paths... :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" I was seduced By pride, proud of my own powers. The gifts that the world cultivates, The talent that one has often praised, My art of song, they were only snares, That drew me into Satan's nets. But thank God; he loved me, He did not let his weak lamb go; He helped me, when it was necessary. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" In what way? :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" I fell... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Fell? Into what? :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" To drink and gambling; He made me take to dice... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" And you call that an act of the Lord? :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" It was the first step to redemption. After that I was sick for a time. I lost my will to work, my talent, And all my cheerfulness disappeared. Then they sent me to the hospital; I was sick a long time, in hot fevers... I thought that in all the rooms I saw thousands of very large flies,... Came out again and made acquaintances With sisters who stand in heaven's service, Go around seeking lost souls; And these, with a theologian, Delivered me from the world's yoke, Freed me from the net of sin And made me a child of the Lord. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I see. :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Yes. One path leads through the valley; The other along a steep hillside. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" And later? :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Later? Yes, that is true; Then I became a temperance teacher. But in that one runs great danger Of falling into temptation again; I therefore sought something else again, I am now leaving as a missionary... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Where to? :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" To the land of the savage negroes. But it is best that we part now! My time is precious... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Won't you stay? It is a feast day here today. :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Thanks; My place is with the black souls. Farewell! (makes to go). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Does no memory Urge you to stay and to ask...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Ask about what? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" About one, who would regret The abyss between now and then... :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Yes, I understand, you are thinking perhaps Still of that young woman from then, Who held me in her nets, Before I was purified by faith. Well, how is she doing? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" She became my wife a year later. :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" That has no significance; to such a thing I pay no attention at all. What matters, tell me only. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Our life was richly blessed With joy and sorrow; our little child died... :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Has no significance. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" That neither? :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Such things I do not ask; I want to know how she died. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" With joyful hope of the dawn, With all the richness of her heart, With firm will to the very end;... With thanks for all that life gave And took, so she went into her grave. :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" All that is mere wordiness; Tell me how it stood with her faith? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Unshakable. :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" In whom? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" In her God! :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" In him alone? That is her judgment! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" What are you saying? :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Damned, alas. :::

:::stage (calmly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Get away, you lout! :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" The Lord of hell Has you in his grip as well;... Just as she, you will burn eternally. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Wretch, do you dare to damn! You who yourself lay in a pool of sins... :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" No stain now clings to me; I am cleansed by faith; And everything that was unclean Washed away my true holiness; Cleansed is my Adamic garment By the clapper-stroke of awakening; And like a surplice I am white, Bleached by the lye-bath of prayer. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Shame on you! :::

:::dialogue speaker="EJNAR" Likewise. I smell sulphur stench, And I see the devil standing around the corner. I am a grain of heavenly wheat,... You in the sieve of judgment... chaff. (exit).

BRAND (looks after him for a moment; suddenly his eyes shine and he bursts out:)

For that man I had to long! Now all bonds are broken; I will unfurl my own flag, Even if no one goes with me! :::

:::stage (comes in haste) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Dear Brand, hurry, hurry! All the crowd for the procession Is ready to set out... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Let them come. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Without you! Think it over, hurry home! The people will wait no longer; All those good people throng Like a mountain river in spring, Pushing up to the parsonage, Shouting that they want to see you. Listen, there is their shouting again! Hurry, for I fear they might Not act humanely. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Never again will I bow my forehead In their midst, go with you; I stay here. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Are you insane? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Your path is too narrow for me. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" It will get narrower the longer The more the people press; Look, there you have it, indeed! Provost and priests, officials All pushed aside...; Come, come, lay into them! Let your influence be felt! Too late! the ranks break; The whole procession runs riot!

(The crowd streams in and breaks through the festive procession in wild disorder toward the church). :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOME VOICES" Brand!

OTHERS (point to the steps of the church, where Brand stands, and cry:)

Look there! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STILL OTHERS" Give the signal now! :::

:::stage (in the crush) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Bailiff, hold back the people! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Today I have nothing to say! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" Speak a single word to them, That will bring them to calm! Is it something evil or something good That must happen here? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Oh, so there is still a current Through their oppressive sluggish calm! People, you stand at the crossroads, You must will the new entirely,... Remove rubble and filth of the old,... Before the temple, high and great Rises to a house of prayer! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OFFICIALS" Listen, he raves! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CLERGY" He is mad! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Yes, that I was, when I thought That you, in any case, served Him who wills spirit and truth! And I was, when I thought That I brought him closer to you By winking, bargaining, with the Lord; Small was but the old church, And I reasoned thus: Twice as big,... that will work; Five times bigger... that must do good! And I did not see how it again came down to The old everything or nothing. Compromising, I went astray. But today the Lord spoke. The trumpet of Judgment has Just sounded over the house,... And I, listening, fearful, trembling, Small as David stood before Nathan, Was crushed, dumb with fright;... Now all doubt is gone. Shifting is a work of the Devil! :::

:::stage (in rising excitement) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CROWD" Away with those who blinded us! Kill those who stole our strength! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" You let the Evil One Put a blindfold before your eyes, You divided your strength small, Broken and split you; Thus you are weak and hollow now, No one strong, powerful, and whole. What seek you here in the church? It is only the pomp that lures you, Organ playing and bell ringing... The pleasure of shivering delightfully At a sermon full of fire and glow, That whispers, that murmurs, Waxes and overflows and thunders, According to the rules of art! :::

:::stage (to himself) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" With that he aims at the bailiff! :::

:::stage (likewise) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" That is aimed at the provost! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" It is the shine of new candles, The external that you want. And then home again in dullness, Back into routine and staleness, Body and soul in workday clothes; And deep in the chest hidden, Well stored, the book of life, Until another Sunday comes! Oh, that was not what I dreamed, When I made all those sacrifices! High and great I wanted the church, That it should vault over Not only faith and doctrine, But all that God in life Has given right to live... Sweat and dust of heavy daily work, Evening rest and anxious nights, Joy of life of young people, Everything of joy and sorrow A human soul can contain. The roaring plunge of brooks and Waterfalls into dark abyss, Sounds shrieking from the storm, Sounds rising from the sea, Must with the organ playing And with the song of human voices As if conjured, melt together! Away with the work done here! It is great only in lies; Ripe again to fall, It is worthy of your small will. You want to kill all growth By separating your work from God... Six of the days of the week You pull God's banner inside. And the seventh alone, One sees it fluttering to heaven! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VOICES FROM THE CROWD" Lead us! Let the flag wave! With you we will conquer! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Do not listen! He is no Christian, He does not possess true faith. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Ha! There you name just the point... For us both the point of contention, And for the broken unity! Without soul no one can believe! Point out to me here one single soul! Point out someone who has not thrown away The best that is in him. Groping, grasping, hurrying forward, While chasing after pleasures,... Alluring whistling jugglery... You become blunt for joy of life. Scarcely burned out and broken They come to dance before the ark! Do cripples and deaf people First empty the cup,... Yes, then it is time for penance, Time for hope and for prayer, Only when you have lost your mark, You become like the irrational animal, Creep to heaven's gate, Seeking God... as invalids! Therefore his kingdom must fall. Why should he at his feet Tolerate those withered souls? Has he himself not proclaimed... Only those who are pure in spirit As a child, and uncorrupted, Shall inherit the kingdom of heaven! Childlike spirit alone achieves that! Do not compromise with yourselves. Come then all, men, women,... Come with fresh childlike cheeks, Into the great church of life! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Open then! :::

:::stage (cries anxiously) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CROWD" No! Not this one! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Our church has neither bounds nor limits, The green earth is its floor, Meadow or field, sea or fjord; The blue of heaven is the vault That spans its space. There all your work shall take place, That everyone may hear it; Fear not, whatever you may accomplish, To desecrate it thereby. It will cover everything, even As the bark the whole trunk: There faith and life become one. There daily work shall become One whole with law and doctrine. There your day's work shall be one With longing for the higher, The children's play around the Christmas tree, And the festive dance before the ark!

(A storm goes through the crowd; some fall back; the most gather around Brand). :::

:::dialogue speaker="A THOUSAND VOICES" Now is light, where first was darkness;... One is: living... and serving God! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Woe to us! he lures them all to him! Help, police, bailiff, sexton! :::

:::stage (muffled) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Do not shout so! Who will now go Fight with a mad bull? Wait until he has raged himself out. :::

:::stage (to the crowd) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Away from here! God is not here! Can he be here among such as you? Free and glorious is his kingdom. :::

:::stage (Locks the church door and takes the keys in his hand). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Here I am no longer a priest. I revoke what I have given;... No one shall receive from my hand These keys for your feast! :::

:::stage (throws the keys into the river). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" If you want to enter, you slave of dust,... Crawl then through the cellar hole; Bend your limp back, and stoop; Let in the dark your pestilent Sighs creep along the ground, Powerless as your rotten lungs! :::

:::stage (softly and relieved) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Ha, there goes the order of knighthood! :::

:::stage (likewise) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" So, he will not become a bishop! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Come, whoever is young,... come, whoever is fresh, Let the breath of life wipe from you The dust from the narrow valley. Follow me on my triumphal march! Once you must awaken, Once you must, ennobled, Break with what is called compromise;... Out of the misery of your cowardice, Out of all that is weak and low. Strike your enemy in the face! Fight with him to the death! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Halt! I read the act of sedition! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Read on! I now break with everything! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CROWD" Show the way, we will follow! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Over the ice of steep glaciers! Through the whole land, we will march, Untying every soul bond That holds the people captive,... Then purified, high and free, Removing all that is sluggish and dull, Becoming men, becoming priests, Stamping anew the old seal, Vaulting God's kingdom as a temple!

(The crowd, among them the sexton and the schoolmaster, gather around him. Brand is lifted up and carried on their shoulders). :::

:::dialogue speaker="MANY VOICES" Great are these days! great Things shall be seen to happen!

(The mass of people streams through the valley up the height. A few remain behind). :::

:::stage (to those leaving) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Oh, blinded ones! What do you want? Do you not see that Satan's spirit speaks from All that he proclaims? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Hey! Turn back, you are much better off In the village here, calm and quiet. People listen!... You will go to ruin!... Hm, no answer even, those dogs! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Think of your hearth and home! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VOICES FROM THE CROWD" A greater home rises before us! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Think of your fields and acres, Think of the untended cattle! :::

:::dialogue speaker="VOICES" From heaven manna descended When his people once suffered hunger! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Hear your women lamenting you! :::

:::stage (far away) :::

:::dialogue speaker="VOICES" Who does not go with us must be alien to us! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Children complain: father is gone! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WHOLE THRONG" With us or against us, is the watchword!

THE PROVOST (looks after them for a moment with folded hands and then says anxiously:)

Without flock, anxiously asking, Now stands the old shepherd of souls, Stripped to the shirt! :::

:::stage (makes a threatening gesture) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" He will fare accordingly! We shall overcome! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Overcome?... They are gone! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Yes, but we are still here... And... I know my sheep well! (runs after them). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Would he really...? yes, indeed, He runs after the mob! Ha, I feel my courage revive... Then I will also go up the mountain!... Perhaps I can catch a few! Saddle my nag!... Fetch me a horse, trusty and gentle! :::

:::stage (all exit). :::

:::stage (At the highest hut belonging to the village. In the background the landscape rises higher and turns into great barren mountain plains. It is raining. Brand, accompanied by the crowd, men, women, and children, comes up the mountain). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Look ahead; victory lies before us! The village lies behind us, below. From mountain to mountain the mist stretches Its tent of fog over it. Forget the musty existence down there, Rise free, rise high, you people of God! :::

:::dialogue speaker="A MAN" My old father cannot go further. :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANOTHER" I have not eaten since yesterday... :::

:::dialogue speaker="SEVERAL" We are hungry! We are thirsty! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" First over this mountain; forward!

THE SCHOOLMASTER..

By which way? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" That is the same, As long as we reach the goal with it. Come, follow... :::

:::dialogue speaker="A MAN" No, here it is too steep, We cannot make it before night! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Over there the ice church must lie. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" The steepest way is also the shortest. :::

:::dialogue speaker="A WOMAN" My child is sick! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANOTHER" My foot is wounded. :::

:::dialogue speaker="A THIRD" Where shall I find a drop for my thirst? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" Satisfy them;... their courage wavers. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MANY VOICES" Brand, do a miracle! Do a miracle! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" An ugly mark slavery has left behind,... You want your wages before the work. Up, shake off that sluggishness,... If not,... then turn back to the grave! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" Yes, that is true: first go to battle, We know it, our reward comes later! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" That you will get, as surely as there is a God Who now looks down on you from heaven! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MANY VOICES" He prophesies! He prophesies! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MANY AT ONCE" Say, listen,... will it be a fierce fight? :::

:::dialogue speaker="OTHERS" And will it last long? Will it be bloody? :::

:::dialogue speaker="A MAN" Say, is much courage expected? :::

:::stage (muffled) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" There is no danger to life, is there? :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANOTHER MAN" What do I get as my share of the reward? :::

:::dialogue speaker="A WOMAN" I will surely not lose my son? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Will the victory come before Tuesday? :::

:::stage (looks around desperately in the mass) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" You ask me that? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" Yes exactly; we did not get A proper answer to that down there. :::

:::stage (indignantly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Then you shall have it now! :::

:::stage (close together) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CROWD" Speak! Speak! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" How long the fight will last? It will last until the end of your life, Until you have made all sacrifices, Are free from all your compromising,... Until you have your will in your power, Until all weak doubt gives way To the command: all or nothing! And the losses? All your gods, The spirit of half-measures, golden chains That still bind you slavishly to the earth, All that promotes your limp weakness! And what is the booty? To be pure in will, A strong faith, unity of the soul,... A readiness to sacrifice, that gives Even with jubilation, until death,... A crown of thorns on each forehead,... See! that will be each one's war reward! :::

:::stage (with raging uproar) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CROWD" Betrayal! Betrayal! We are deceived! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I have not departed from my word. :::

:::dialogue speaker="A FEW" He promised us honor and victory... Now it becomes sacrifices! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I promised victory,... and I swear It will one day be achieved by you. But whoever stands at the front of the ranks Must be able to fall for his cause. If he dares not, let him then put away His weapon, before the fight begins. In the enemy's power falls the flag If a weakling defends it. Who is paralyzed by fear of sacrifice, Is already marked with the death mark! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CROWD" He demands our own right to life For a yet unborn people! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Through sacrifice wastelands lead The roads to our Canaan. To victory through death, I call upon you, as the Lord's knight! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Now we are nicely shorn! In the village we are under the ban... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" Back there... that is not possible! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" And forward, forward, no one wants to! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOME" Kill him! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" Who then must Lead us as our chief? :::

:::stage (point frightened to the road below) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMEN" The Provost! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" Do not let yourselves be frightened! :::

:::stage (comes on, followed by a few of those who remained behind) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Oh my children! Oh my lambs! Hear the voice of your old shepherd! :::

:::stage (to the people) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" We have no home there anymore; Let us cross the mountain! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Oh, how can you grieve me so, Wound my heart so deeply! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" You wounded souls year after year! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Do not listen to him! He wants to lure you With empty words. :::

:::dialogue speaker="SEVERAL" That is true! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" But we are loving; we forgive, Where we see sincere repentance. Oh, come to yourselves, And see with what hellish cunning He lures all people to him! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MANY" Yes, that is so,... he lured us! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Oh, think then, what can you do, A little troop born in this corner? Are you chosen for something great? Does one prisoner become free through you? You have your small daily task, And what goes beyond that is sin. What good can you do as voters? Only protect your humble hut. What should you do with falcon and eagle? What should you do with wolf and bear? You will only be prey to the superior force,... Oh, my lambs,... oh, my children! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CROWD" Yes, woe to us... those are true words! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Yet we, leaving the village, Closed the house door behind us for good;... There is no home for us now. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" No, he kindled light for our eyes, He pointed out falseness, pretense, and lies; No longer does the congregation sleep; And what down there is called life Is no life for those who awakened. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Oh, that will soon enough pass over, And everything will return to the old track; Just keep still for a while! I guarantee that the congregation Will soon live again in peace. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Choose, people! :::

:::dialogue speaker="A FEW" We want to go home! :::

:::dialogue speaker="OTHERS" Too late! Across the glaciers, come! :::

:::stage (comes running hastily) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" What luck that I find you! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMEN" Oh, dear bailiff, do not be angry! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" No, no; just come along! A better time dawns for the village; If you are only sensible now You can all be rich before evening! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SEVERAL" How so? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" A school of fish in the fjord... Millions and millions of them! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CROWD" What is he saying! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Be on your guard! A hailstorm can easily drive them away. They never came here before;... Now, friends, here in the North A better time also comes for us! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Choose between God's voice and his! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Let your common sense guide you! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Oh, has a miracle happened here? A sign from the Lord! Ah, I have so often dreamed of it, But took it for imagination;... Now we clearly see the intention... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" If you renounce, you lose yourselves! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MANY" A school of fish! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Of millions of fish! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Bread for your women and your children! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" You see, now it is no time To measure your strength in a vain fight With a superior force, That would even intimidate the provost. Now you have another goal in sight Than to languish stupidly for the high. The dear Lord can manage alone, And heaven still stands firm. Do not meddle with other issues, But hurry to catch the fish, That is a useful, practical work, That happens without blood or steel; It brings you profit and welfare, And demands no personal sacrifice! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Just the sacrifice is the Lord's demand, Thus flames the word in heaven's vault! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Oh, if you feel such a urge to sacrifice, Then come comfortably to me,... For instance, come next Sunday;... I will truly... :::

:::stage (breaking off) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Yes, yes, yes! :::

:::stage (softly to the provost) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Can I keep my office of sexton? :::

:::stage (likewise) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" Can I still stay at the school? :::

:::stage (muffled) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" If you can talk the people around, They will not be so strict with you... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Home; home; no time wasted! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" To sea, to sea, whoever wants to be wise! :::

:::dialogue speaker="A FEW" But Brand then?... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Let that madman run! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" You see here the word of the Lord As if printed in an open book. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Leave him alone; he deserves it; He made fools of you all... :::

:::dialogue speaker="SEVERAL" He lied to us.

::: :::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" His teaching is false! And he didn't even pass cum laude! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SEVERAL" What did he do? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" A mean character! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Yes, that's true; we see it clearly! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" He made his mother wait in vain For the sacrament when she was dying! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" He all but killed his own child! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" And his wife too! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMEN" What a scandal! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" A bad father, husband, and son;... There is no worse Christian! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MANY VOICES" He tore down our old church! :::

:::dialogue speaker="OTHERS" He closed the new one to us! :::

:::dialogue speaker="STILL OTHERS" He threw us on a plank in the sea! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" He stole my plan for the madhouse! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I see the mark on every forehead. I know where you are all going now. :::

:::stage (roaring:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WHOLE CROWD" Don't listen to him, but drive him out! And stone him, the hell-spirit!

(Brand is driven up the rocky plain with stone-throwing. Then the persecutors return). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Oh, my children! Oh, my lambs! Now you return to home and hearth; May your repentance brighten your eyes, Then you will see, all will be well. We know it, after all, God is good; He does not demand innocent blood; And the Government likewise Is mild, as almost nowhere else; And your local authority here, our bailiff, Will not make it hard for you either; And I am loving and humane Like modern Christianity; Your superiors all wish To live in peace and harmony with you! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" But if dissension still exists, Then it must be resolved. As soon as it is a little calmer We will appoint a committee To investigate to what extent Religion meets the requirement. It may consist of clergy, Whom we, the provost and I, will appoint... In addition, if desired, The sexton and the village schoolmaster, With other men from the people In whom trust is willingly placed. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" We will lighten your burden, Just as you lightened the old shepherd's Great fear. May that thought give everyone strength, That God performed a miracle for you. Farewell! Much blessing on your catch! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" Ah, those are true Christians! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" They do things calmly and dignifiedly. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMEN" They are so neat and so kind! :::

:::dialogue speaker="OTHERS" So truly affable and simple! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SEXTON" They do not demand life-offerings. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SCHOOLMASTER" And they can do more than just pray. :::

:::stage (The crowd descends the mountain). :::

:::stage (to the bailiff) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Come on, that will clear the situation. Now everything here will change; For, thank God, there exists something Called the name "reaction." :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" It was my work that the spectacle Was smothered at birth. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" But most was done by the miracle. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" What miracle? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Of the fish school. :::

:::stage (whistles) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" That was just a lie! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Oh come? A lie? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" I just said what First came into my mind at the moment. Is that blameworthy, when it was a matter Of such great importance? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Certainly not! Quite justifiable if need be. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" And besides, if tomorrow The people are calm and sensible, What does it matter whether we conquered By truth or by lies? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" My friend, I am no rigorist. (looks at the plain above). But is that not Brand who is Dragging himself along up there? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" Certainly, that is he! A lonely fighter on his journey! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" No, look, there is someone else with him... Far behind him! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" What?... That is Gerd! The fellow is worthy of the company. :::

:::stage (cheerfully) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Once his thirst for sacrifice is quenched, This could serve as an epitaph: "Here lies Brand, full of fighting spirit; He won one soul... and that was mad!" :::

:::stage (with forefinger against nose) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BAILIFF" But when I consider the matter, The judgment of the people seems to me Rather inhumane. :::

:::stage (shrugs shoulders) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PROVOST" Vox populi vox dei. Come! (exeunt).

(Above on the bare mountain plateau. The weather gets worse and worse; black clouds drive low and dense over the snowfields. Black peaks and ridges now and then appear and are again shrouded in mists). :::

:::stage (Brand, bloody and beaten, comes up the mountain). :::

:::stage (stops and looks back) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" A thousand people set out with me And not one reached the peaks. Indeed, all hearts ring with Longing for a greater, better time; Indeed, there descends into all souls The call to holy battle. But the sacrifice frightens them; Weak and fearful, the will hides... One died for them all, after all... Cowardice no longer counts as sin! :::

:::stage (sinks down on a stone and looks around timidly). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Oh, how often I shuddered. I went trembling with fear... Amidst the howling of the dogs... In the dark... I was a child!... In the haunted room. But I controlled my heartbeat, Comforted myself with the thought: Outside the full light shines, The darkness does not come from night,... There are shutters before the windows. And I thought how soon the daylight, Bright summer sunshine, Would stream in full and glorious Through door and window arches, Into the haunted room. Oh, how bitterly I was deceived, Pitch-black night struck against me... And outside sat men Gloomy, silent, along fjord and field, Holding fast to dead dreams, Guarding them, like the king, For years by Snefrid's corpse, Workingly loosening a corner of the shroud, Feeding on idle hope, Each time thinking that the roses Would bloom again on his cheeks. And, like him, there was not one Who gave the grave what it demanded. Among them not one who knows: Corpses are not dreamed back to life, Corpses must go into the ground; Their task is to give Nourishment to a new harvest... Dark night,... night, everywhere, Over men, women, children! Could I but with lightning flashes Deliver them from straw-death's distress! :::

:::stage (jumps up). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Night visions I see chase Like a hell-ride in the dark. I see the time in armor Admonishing, demanding life-sacrifices, Demanding ringing steel, not staves, Demanding swords from the scabbard;... I see kinsmen girding for battle, I see brothers crouching, With their hats pulled down over their eyes. And more I see passing by,... All horrors and misery! Women wailing, men screaming, Ears closed to those who plead,... I see them scratching on their forehead The mark of poor shore-dwellers, The least people created by God. Pale and making themselves small, they stand, Thinking thus to protect themselves...! Flags, midday rainbow, Where has all that gone now? Where now the joyful tricolor,... That which fluttering, clapping flew out Amidst cheering popular jubilation, Until a royal enthusiast Clipped tongue and split in the flag? With the tongue they then boasted; The dragon may not show teeth, What then is that split as a mouth?... If only the people had not cheered, Not clipped the king's scissors! Such a flag with four corners of peace Is just good for a distress signal, When a boat is holed!

Worse times and visions Shine through the future night! Like a reeking black cloud England's coal smoke spreads out. Through the mines' crooked passages Sounds the dripping of water. All hammer, file, coin; No one thinks of the light anymore; All mankind no longer knows That, though powers may fail, This does not release from duties! Worse times and visions Shine in the future night! Cold understanding with loud barking Threatens the sun of doctrine on earth. resounds along the fjords; Cross and sulky hisses the dwarf, That is still not work for me. We are small, not calculated For a truth-struggle tournament; Cannot for our salvation-loss Sacrifice the people's welfare. Not for us did the lance point Press into the side of the dead. We are small, almost unknown to him, Are not fit to help! Not for us was the cross carried! that is Our share of the passion work!

(throws himself down in the snow, covering his face; after a while he looks up).

Have I dreamed? Am I awake now? Everything gray, hidden in mist. Were they sick dream-visions That passed before my eyes? Is the image, after which the soul Was created, completely lost? Overcome in our primal spirit?... (listening). Like song it sounds in the storm wind! :::

:::stage (whispers in the storm wind) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE INVISIBLE CHOIR" Never, never will you become like him,... For you are born of dust: Whether you do his work or yield, You are still lost forever! :::

:::stage (repeats the words and says softly:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Woe is me! I must almost believe it! Did he not stand in the church choir, Angrily rejecting my prayer? Did he not take all I possessed, Close off the path of light to me, Let me struggle to the end And make me fall! :::

:::stage (sounds stronger above him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CHOIR" Never will you, worm, become like him,... You are doomed to death; You may follow him or deviate, Your deed remains forever cursed! :::

:::stage (to himself) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Agnes, Alf, the light days, A life in happiness and peace, I traded for struggle and misery, Wounded my breast bloody,... Yet have not slain the dragon! :::

:::stage (softly and enticingly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CHOIR" Dreamer, never will you become like him, You have lost property and goods; Sacrifices do not enrich him;... For you are born as a human! :::

:::stage (bursts into soft weeping) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Alf and Agnes, come back to me: Lonely I sit here on the peak, Shivering in the wind, with ghosts Wild and gloomy, all around me!...

(He looks up; a light-glowing spot opens and widens in the mist; a female figure stands before him in a light garment and a cloak around her shoulders. It is Agnes). :::

:::stage (smiles and stretches out her arms to him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIGURE" Brand, here I am back with you! :::

:::stage (jumps up confused) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Agnes! Agnes! Are you really! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIGURE" Everything was an evil dream! Now all mists disappear! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Agnes! Agnes! (wants to go to her). :::

:::stage (screams) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIGURE" Not here over! Don't you see that deep chasm, Through which the wild water flows? (softly). No, you are not dreaming, no, you are not sleeping, You see no more visions now. You have been ill, my dearest, Drank the bitter drink of madness, Dreamed that we left you... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Oh, you live then! God be praised and...! :::

:::stage (quickly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIGURE" Hush, speak of that later! Follow me, come, the time is short though. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Oh, but Alf? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIGURE" Is not dead either. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" He lives?! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIGURE" Yes, healthy and vigorous! All that suffering you dreamed; All your struggle... deceit and delusion. Alf sits on grandmother's lap; She is well and he is growing up. The church still stands in the village too; Build a larger one, if you want;... And the people toil down there As in the old, good days. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Good? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIGURE" Yes... when peace reigned. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Peace! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIGURE" Hurry, Brand, come with me! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Ah, I am dreaming! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIGURE" No, not now. But you need rest... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I am strong. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIGURE" Oh, not yet; Dream-danger lies in wait. Again you will glide like a shadow, Away from the child and from my side, Then your spirit will darken again, If you do not use the remedy. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Oh, give it here then! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIGURE" You possess it, You alone, and no one else. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Name it then! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIGURE" The old doctor Who read so many books,... Who is thoroughly clever, Has found the germ of the disease. All sad dream-visions Come from three words. Those three you must boldly delete, Wipe them from your memory, No longer regard them as law. They are the cause of the visions, Which overcame you like madness;... Remove them, your soul will be pure And freed from pain and sickness! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Say them! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIGURE" "All or Nothing." :::

:::stage (recoils) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" That? Is that it? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIGURE" As truly as I live, yes, And as truly as you will one day die. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Woe to us both! The threatening sword hangs Still as before over us! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIGURE" Brand, be good... I love you; Clasp me in your strong arms... Let us seek sun and summer... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" No, my sickness will not return. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIGURE" Yes, alas, it will come back. :::

:::stage (shaking his head) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" No, it is behind me now. Now no more wild dreams,... Now comes the rich, full life! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIGURE" Life? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Follow me, Agnes! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIGURE" Wait! Brand, what do you want? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" What I must: Live what I have only dreamed,... Do in truth what was merely delusion. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIGURE" Oh, impossible! Think where That led you! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Yet once more! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIGURE" All those terrible visions Do you want to live through of your own free will? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Free and awake. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIGURE" Lose the child? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Lose the child. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIGURE" Brand! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I must! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIGURE" Make my blood run cold again? Beat me with offering scourges Until I collapse? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I had to do it. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIGURE" Extinguish all light into night, Lock out the sunny daylight, Never pluck from life's fruits, Never gladden your soul with song? Oh, I remember so much! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I must! Do not waste your pleading. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIGURE" And do you forget your reward? How your hope deceived you? You remained alone... were struck! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Not for myself have I suffered, Not for my own victory did I fight. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIGURE" For a people that lives in darkness. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" One can give light to many. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIGURE" To condemned generations! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Much can sometimes the will of one do. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIGURE" Think how one with a flaming sword Drove man from Paradise! And he closed the gate;... No one gets past there! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" The path of longing remained open!

THE FIGURE (disappears in a thunderclap; the mist fills the place where she stood, and a sharp, piercing cry resounds, as of someone fleeing:)

Die! What are you doing here on earth! :::

:::stage (stands for a moment as if dazed) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Gone... disappeared in the mist,... Fled on great black wings Like a vulture over the plain. It was the asking for a finger To get the whole hand!... Yes, that was the spirit of half-heartedness! :::

:::stage (enters with a rifle) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" Did you see the hawk flee? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Yes, now I have seen him. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" Tell me quickly where he flew; I want to follow him, I want to hit him! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" No weapon can touch him; Each time one thinks to hit him In the heart, with murderous lead,... But when one wants to kill him, He sits mocking and brazen Behind you, and flies away again. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" I stole this hunter's rifle, Loaded it with lead and silver; Believe me, I am not as crazy As they say! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Then hit your target! (about to go). :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" You limp... how did that happen? What happened? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" The people drove me away. :::

:::stage (closer) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" Red drops of blood cover Your forehead too! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" The people threw stones. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" Your voice used to sound like singing... Now grating, like crackling autumn leaves. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" All... everything... :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" What? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Has left me. :::

:::stage (looks at him with wide eyes) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" Oh, now I know who you are! I thought you were the priest; ... Bah, all that priestly rubbish!... But you are the greatest of all! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I almost fell prey to that delusion. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" Let me see your hands! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Why that? :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" The nail marks! I see your blood dripping down your forehead. Through the sharp teeth of thorns, Deep and wild pressed into the flesh. Yes, you have hung on the cross! Father said, when I was small, How that once happened, Far from here and with another;... But now I see that was a fairy tale;... Yes, because you are the Saviour! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Depart from me! :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" Oh, must I then Kneel praying at your feet? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Away! :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" You gave your blood For the redemption of us all! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Oh, I know no rescue plank For my own poor soul! :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" Here is the rifle! Shoot down the brood!... :::

:::stage (shakes his head) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" No, I must fulfill my fate. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" Do not say that; you are the greatest! In your hand is the nail mark;... Chosen, the Saviour! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" The least is even more so! :::

:::stage (looks upward; the clouds part) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" Do you know where you are standing? :::

:::stage (stares straight ahead) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" I am standing On the lowest rung of the ladder, Soul and body heavily wounded. :::

:::stage (more wildly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" Answer! Do you know where you are? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Yes, now the veil of mist falls. :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" Yes, it falls: the Black Peak Bores its point deep into the sky! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Black Peak? The ice church! :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" Yes! Finally you have come here after all! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" A thousand miles away from here!... Oh, how soulfully I yearn For the sun, for light and gentleness, For a pious, quiet peace, For life's summer warmth! (bursts into tears). Jesus, I called your name so often, You never came to me; You slipped close past me, Like a half-forgotten word; Let me now from the robe of salvation, Wet with the wine of true repentance, Grasp just a single corner! :::

:::stage (pale) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" What? You, Seer, weep, that warm Tears stream down your cheeks,... Warm, that drops from their shroud Gently slide from the peaks,... Warm, that the ice crust of my soul Melts and dissolves into tears,... Warm, that the snow-mist veil in tatters Slips off the ice-church priest... (trembling). Why did you not weep earlier! :::

:::stage (with clear eye, radiant and as if rejuvenated) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Ice-cold emanates from the law... Without summer sun from above I have, until now, only been A bearer of God's strict laws; Now, from this hour, my life shall Warmly and richly seek the sunlight. The ice crust melts. Now I can weep, Can kneel,... can pray. :::

:::stage (Falls to his knees). :::

:::stage (looks askance upward and says softly and timidly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" Look, there he sits again, the evil one! Don't you see his shadow falling? See how he along high peaks Brushed with his broad wings. Now is the hour of salvation near... If only the silver will bite now!

(Puts the rifle against her cheek and shoots. A dull rumble, like rolling thunder, resounds from above along the slope). :::

:::stage (rises) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Ha! What are you doing? :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" Well hit! Look, he staggers,... he is falling; Hear, he screams, piercingly echoing! Look, look, how all his feathers Scatter along the mountain like flakes, Look, how big and white he becomes!... Hey, now he rolls this way! :::

:::stage (collapses) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Yes, to atone for the race All the offspring are condemned! :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" Ten times wider became the vault Of heaven, when he fell! Watch him tumble! Watch him roll!... Oh, now I am no longer afraid; He is white now, like a dove...! :::

:::stage (screams in fear). :::

:::dialogue speaker="GERD" Whoo! what a furious roaring! :::

:::stage (throws herself down in the snow). :::

:::stage (bending under the avalanche, calling upward:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BRAND" Answer God, in the hour of death: Has then not even a grain of worth The quantum satis of the will...? :::

:::stage (The avalanche buries him and fills the whole valley). :::

:::stage (sounds through the rumbling thunder:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A VOICE" He is Deus caritatis! :::

DRAMATIC POEM IN FIVE ACTS

PERSONS

Aase, a peasant's widow. Peer Gynt, her son. Two old women, with corn-sacks. Aslak, a smith. Wedding guests. The Kitchen-master. The Fiddler, etc. A newly arrived peasant couple. Solvejg and little Helga, their daughters. The Farmer of Haegstad. Ingrid, his daughter. The Bridegroom and his parents. Three mountain dairymaids. A woman dressed in green. The Dovre-king. A Court Troll. Several other Trolls. Young trolls of both sexes. A few witches, Brownies, Dwarfs, Goblins, etc. An ugly brat. A Voice in the darkness. Bird-cries. Kari, a peasant woman. Mister Cotton, Monsieur Ballon, the Herr von Eberkopf and Trumpeterstraale, gentlemen travellers. A Thief and a Receiver. Anitra, the daughter of a Bedouin chief. Arabs, slave-girls, dancing girls, etc. The Memnon Statue (singing) and the Sphinx at Gizeh (dumb figure). Begriffenfeldt, Professor, Doctor of Philosophy, Director of the Lunatic Asylum at Cairo.

Huhu, a language reformer from the coast of Malabar. Hussein, an Oriental Minister. A Fellah with a royal mummy. Several lunatics with their keepers. A Norwegian ship-captain and his crew. A Strange Passenger. A Minister of the Church. A Funeral Procession. A Bailiff. A Button-moulder. A Lean Person.

:::stage The action, which takes place in the early 19th century and ends about the year 1860, is partly played out in the Gudbransdal and its mountains, partly on the coast of Morocco, in the Sahara desert, in the madhouse at Cairo, at sea, etc. :::

:::stage A hillside with leafy trees near Aase's farm. A stream foams downwards. On the other side an old mill. A warm summer day. :::

:::stage Peer Gynt, a powerfully built young man of twenty, comes down the footpath. Aase, his mother, small and slight, follows after him. She is angry and scolds. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Peer, you're lying! :::

:::stage (without stopping) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" No, I'm not! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Well then, swear it's true! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Why swear? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Oh, you don't dare! It's all lies again! :::

:::stage (stops) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" It's the truth... word for word! :::

:::stage (right in front of him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Aren't you ashamed before me? Staying away from home for weeks Just in the busiest times, To go hunting in the mountains... Coming home with your coat torn, Half-clothed and without game;... And then you think you can Impose your hunter's lies On me!... Well, where was it you saw the buck? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" On the Gendin. :::

:::stage (laughs mockingly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Just so, indeed! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Sharp blew the wind from there; Hidden behind brushwood He was digging in the hard snow For moss... :::

:::stage (as before) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Yes, just so, indeed! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I held my breath, listening sharply, Heard the crunch of his hoof, Saw the branches of one antler. Then, cautiously, between stones, I crept forward on my belly. There hidden I peered up;... Such a buck, so fine and fat, You never saw in your life! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" No, I suppose not! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" One crack! And, bang! the buck fell to the ground. But as soon as he went down I was astride his back, Grabbed him by his left ear, Had just drawn my knife To stab him in the neck;... Hey! then he begins to scream, Stands up again on his feet, Throws back his antlers so That I lose my knife and sheath; He grips me like a vice round the loins, Twines his horns round my legs So I'm caught as in a clamp,... And so he runs at a stretch Straight over the Gendin ridge! :::

:::stage (involuntarily) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Good heavens...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Have you ever Seen the Gendin ridge? It's half a mile long, Narrow... no wider than a scythe, Over glaciers, loose stones, Sharp edges, grey and steep, You can see on either side Black water in the depths Sleeping, more than thirteen hundred Fathoms below, hemming in the mountain... Along there he and I sped Swift as an arrow through wind and weather. I never rode such a beast! In the midst of that wild ride A crackling as of sun-sparks. Eagles' backs swam brown In the dizzy deep space, Halfway between us and the water,... Then drifted away again like foam. Drift-ice broke along the edges, But the sound could not be heard; Whirlpool-fairies danced but Singing, swirling round and round, Before my eyes, and my ears! :::

:::stage (giddy) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" O God, be with me! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Suddenly, At a terribly steep place, A ptarmigan flies up From the cleft where it sat, Flutters cackling, frightened, Up, right in front of the buck's feet. He quickly half-wheels to the right, Then with a giant leap Plunges down into the depths! :::

:::stage (Aase staggers and grabs at a tree trunk. Peer Gynt continues). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Behind us the black precipice, Beneath us a bottomless deep! First we went through a layer of mist, Then through a whole swarm of gulls, Which fled in all directions, Screeching, scattering apart. Onward again! Onward down! But from the depths there gleams Something white, like a reindeer's chest... It was our own image, O mother, That, rising from the mountain lake, Rushed to the surface In as wild a course As that which drove us down. :::

:::stage (gasping for breath) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Peer! God help me...! Tell me quickly! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Buck from above, buck from below, Met at the same moment, So that the foam splashed us white. Yes, there we lay floundering... But after a while we reached A spot where we landed, The reindeer swam, I hanging onto it;... I went home... :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" And the buck? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" He's probably still running around;... :::

:::stage (snaps his fingers, spins on his heel and adds:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Catch him if you can. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" And you didn't break your neck? Both legs unbroken? Your backbone whole? O, my God,... I praise and thank you That you have protected my son... Well, your trousers are in tatters; But that's nothing to worry about When you think what much worse Could have happened on such a trip...!

(suddenly stops, looks at him open-mouthed and wide-eyed, cannot find words for a long time, and finally bursts out:)

Oh you devilish liar! Good God, what a liar you are! I remember it now, Heard it as a girl. It happened to Gudbrand Glesne... But not to you... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, to me too. It can happen more than once. :::

:::stage (angry) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Yes, a lie you can twist Over and over, embellish, dress up, Put in a brand-new suit So that no one recognizes it. And that's what you've done; Made everything big and wild, Embellished with eagles' backs... And all those other trimmings -- A bit added here, a bit taken there -- You get someone so worked up That a person no longer recognizes What they've known for years! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" If someone else said that I'd give him a thrashing without mercy! :::

:::stage (crying) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Oh God, if only I were dead; If only I were under the earth! Neither tears nor prayers help,... Peer, you are and remain lost! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Dear little mother, oh please,... Yes, you are absolutely right,... Now just be good again... :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Oh, be quiet! Can I just suddenly be good, With a beast like you for a son? Isn't it hard enough for me, a poor widow With no support, always shame for reward? (cries again) What was left for us Of Grandfather's rich days? Where are all the bags of money Of old Rasmus Gynt? Father set the money rolling,... Scattered it around like sand, Bought land all over the country, Rode in gilded carriages... Where is all that was squandered At the great winter feast, When the guests threw bottles, glasses Down onto the floor! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Last year's snow, where is it? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Keep your insolent mouth shut! Look around! By the other window There's not a whole pane of glass left. Fence and gate are broken down, The cattle stand in wind and weather, Fields and acres lie fallow, Every month I have to mortgage... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Stop that nagging! Often when luck was lacking It came back at a gallop! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Where it grew, salt has been sown now! But you're a fellow, you,... Always dashing and bold, Well-spoken, as when the priest -- Who came from Copenhagen And asked your baptismal name -- Swore that many a thoroughbred prince Would like to bear such a name. And in thanks your father then Gave him a horse and sleigh as a present, For his very kind word... Yes; then there was fun enough! The parson, the captain and all their hangers-on Were here daily, Eating, drinking with all their might. But in need one knows one's friends; Everything became empty and quiet From the day that "Jon the money-bag" Went off with his pack. :::

:::stage (dries her eyes with her apron). :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Oh, you are big and strong now You ought to be staff and support and help For your poor old mother,... You ought to manage the farm and house, See that nothing goes to ruin;... :::

:::stage (cries again). :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Dear God, what I've had from you All these years, you scoundrel! At home by the hearth you lie, Roll around in ashes and coals; In the village you chase all the girls Out of the dance hall when you come,... You disgrace me everywhere, Fight with the worst brawlers... :::

:::stage (runs away) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Stop it. :::

:::stage (runs after him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Can you deny That you were number one When there was that fight recently, Over at Lunde... where you all Went at each other like mad dogs? Or wasn't it you who dislocated Smith Aslak's arm that day... Or was it only a finger? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Who brought you that story? :::

:::stage (angry) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" The neighbour heard the wailing! :::

:::stage (rubs his elbow) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, but I was the one who screamed. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" You? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes... I got the blows. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" What? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" He can hit, you know! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Who? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Well, that Aslak, I mean. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Fie, fie! I could spit on you! Such a braggart, such a rake, A drunkard, an arch-liar, Did you let a fellow like that beat you? :::

:::stage (cries again). :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" I've suffered much shame; But that this had to happen Is the worst mockery. Even if he is such a boss;... Must you be the least? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Whether I get beaten or I beat... You always have to complain. :::

:::stage (laughs). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Cheer up, mother... :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Was that a lie Again? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, this time. So dry your tears;... :::

:::stage (clenches his left hand). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Look,... with this pincer here I held the whole smith bent; :::

:::stage (clenches his right hand). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" And this little fist was my hammer... :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Oh, you rascal, you'll drive your mother Into the grave with your behaviour! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" No, no, you deserve better; Twenty thousand times better; Dear, angry mother mine, Come, trust my word, The whole village will honour you yet, Just wait till I have done something great... Truly great. :::

:::stage (mockingly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" You! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Who knows what may happen! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" If only you had sense enough To mend all the tears in your trousers yourself! :::

:::stage (angry) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I shall be king, emperor! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Dear God, now he's lost What little sense he had! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, it will happen! Just be patient! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" "Be patient, then you'll be a prince," Is the saying, if I'm not mistaken! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Just wait, mother! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Hold your tongue! You're simply crazy... Though, to be honest, I must say, If you didn't every day Do mad pranks and lie, You would have come out well. The Haegstad man liked you; You could have had her If you had managed properly... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" You think so? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" The old man has no strength left To resist his daughter; He's a real stubborn fellow, But Ingrid doesn't give in either; And wherever she goes, he Comes limping after her, grumbling. :::

:::stage (begins to cry again). :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Oh, my Peer, a rich girl,... A farmer's daughter! Just think, If you had been wiser You would have been her bridegroom now,... You, who now go about in rags! :::

:::stage (quickly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Come, I'll go and get her promise! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Where? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" To Haegstad! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Poor boy; That courtship is over! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" And why? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" It's enough to cry! Now it's too late... already lost... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Oh? :::

:::stage (sobbing) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" While you were off in the mountains Riding through the air on your reindeer, Mads Moën has got her! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What? That scarecrow of a woman! Him!... :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Yes, she is taking him for a husband now. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Wait here till I harness a horse To the cart... (makes to go). :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Don't make a fuss. They are having the wedding tomorrow... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Pooh!... but I'll come this evening! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Shame on you; do you want them To laugh and mock you too? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Hush. Everything will go well. :::

:::stage (yodels and laughs at the same time). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Heisa, I say! The cart stays here; Fetching the horse would take too long... :::

:::stage (lifts her up). :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Let me go! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" No, in my arms I'll carry you to the wedding house! :::

:::stage (wades through the stream). :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Help! O Lord have mercy on me! We're drowning... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" No, a much nobler death awaits me... :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Yes, indeed; You'll end on the gallows! :::

:::stage (pulls his hair). :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Oh, you monster! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Be quiet now, It's slippery here, the ground is greasy. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Donkey! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, you may well scold, That won't put anyone off. There; now we scramble up again... :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Hold me tight! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Heisa, hop! Now we play Peer-and-reindeer;... :::

:::stage (gallops). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I'm the reindeer, you are Peer! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Oh, I don't feel myself anymore! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" See, now we've crossed the stream;... :::

:::stage (comes to land). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Now, give your buck a kiss: That's the driver's reward... :::

:::stage (boxes his ears) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Here's for the driver! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Ouch! That's a stingy reward! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Let me go! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" First to the farm. Be my advocate. You are clever; Speak to him, the old fool; Tell him Mads Moën is worthless... :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Let me go! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" And tell him too What a fellow Peer is. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Yes, you can count on that! I'll give him a piece of my mind, I'll paint a pretty picture Of your pranks and tricks... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Oh? :::

:::stage (splutters with rage) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" I won't stop Till the farmer sets the dog on you As if you were a beggar! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Hm; then I'll go alone. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Fine, but I'll come after you! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Dearest mother, you can't... :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Don't you think so? I'm so furious I could crush stones! I could eat gravel, bah! Let me go! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" If you promise now... :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Nothing! I'm coming to the farmer, He shall know what you are! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" No, then you must wait here. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" I won't! I'll come up there! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" That's not happening. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" What's this now? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I'll put you on the roof of the mill here :::

:::stage (puts her on it. Aase screams). :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Get me down! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" If you'll listen...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Don't talk rubbish! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Mother, be reasonable... :::

:::stage (throws a sod of grass at him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Get me down, Peer, quick... at once! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" If I dared I certainly would. :::

:::stage (closer). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Now sit still and quiet. Don't kick your legs, Don't pull at the stones,... Otherwise, remember, it could go wrong... You might fall. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Oh, you beast! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Don't struggle! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Oh, I wish The ground would swallow you up! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Shame on you! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Oh, what! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Rather give me Your blessing on my journey. Will you? Say? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" I'll thrash you, Even if you are such a boss! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Well, goodbye then, mother dear! Just sit still, I won't be long.

(goes off, but turns back, raises his finger warningly and says):

Remember not to struggle! :::

:::stage (exit). :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Peer!... Oh God, now he's running off! Buck-rider! Liar! Will you come!... No, there he goes Off away...! :::

:::stage (shouting:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Help! I'm getting dizzy!

(Two old women with sacks on their backs come down the path towards the mill). :::

:::dialogue speaker="FIRST OLD WOMAN" Huh? Who's shouting there? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Me! Here, me! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SECOND OLD WOMAN" Aase! Well,... what are you doing up there...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" This doesn't mean much yet... If it lasts much longer I'll go to heaven! :::

:::dialogue speaker="FIRST OLD WOMAN" Bon voyage then! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Fetch a ladder; I want to get down! That devilish boy... :::

:::dialogue speaker="SECOND OLD WOMAN" Who, your son? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Yes, what he's up to You've just seen. :::

:::dialogue speaker="FIRST OLD WOMAN" We witnessed it. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Just help me; Because I must get to Haegstad quickly now... :::

:::dialogue speaker="FIRST OLD WOMAN" Is he there? :::

:::dialogue speaker="SECOND OLD WOMAN" Then you can laugh; Because the smith was also coming there. :::

:::stage (wrings her hands) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Dear God, my poor boy! Who knows if they'll kill him! :::

:::dialogue speaker="FIRST OLD WOMAN" Yes, such things can easily happen; Console yourself then that it was his fate! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SECOND OLD WOMAN" She is mad with rage and fear. :::

:::stage (calls upward). :::

:::dialogue speaker="SECOND OLD WOMAN" Ejvind, Anders! Come here! :::

:::dialogue speaker="A MAN'S VOICE" What is it? :::

:::dialogue speaker="SECOND OLD WOMAN" Look, Mother Aase Has put Peer Gynt on the roof there!...

A small height with bushes and heather. Behind it, separated by a gate, runs the road.

Peer Gynt comes up a footpath, walks quickly to the gate, stops and looks out where the view opens up. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" There lies Haegstad. I'll be done quickly now. :::

:::stage (half climbs over the gate; then hesitates). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Who knows if Ingrid is home alone? :::

:::stage (shields his eyes and looks out). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" No. It's swarming with people carrying gifts. Perhaps it's wisest if I turn back. :::

:::stage (pulls his leg back again). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" They always whisper behind my back, And sneer so it burns right through my soul. :::

:::stage (takes a few steps back and absent-mindedly plucks leaves). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" If only I had something strong to drink, Or if I could play a trick on them unnoticed... Or if nobody knew me... Above all something strong Would be good, then the laughter wouldn't sting so much.

(Looks around suddenly as if frightened; then hides among the bushes. Some people with food gifts pass by and then descend towards the wedding house). :::

:::dialogue speaker="A MAN" His father was a drunkard and his mother is not bright. :::

:::dialogue speaker="A WOMAN" Well, it's no wonder the boy is a fool.

(The people pass on. Shortly afterwards Peer Gynt comes out and looks after them, red with shame). :::

:::stage (softly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Were they talking about me? (with a furious gesture). Oh, let them talk! They can't make me any smaller with that.

(Drops down into the heather, lies on his back for a long time with his hands under his head, staring into the air).

What a strange cloud! It looks like a horse. And a man is riding on it,... and saddle and reins... Behind him rides a witch on a broomstick. :::

:::stage (Laughs softly to himself). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" That's mother. She is shouting and scolding: beast Of a Peer!... :::

:::stage (A moment later he closes his eyes). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, now she is frightened... Peer Gynt rides at the front, and a whole troop follows him... The gear is silver-mounted, the hooves are golden. He himself wears gloves, sabre and scabbard, A very long cloak lined with silk. Brave are those who follow him trustingly. Yet no one sits in the saddle like him, Yet no one shines in the sunlight like him. People over there at the gate by each other, Take off their hats and stare upward; Women curtsy too. All acknowledge Emperor Peer Gynt and his thousands of men. Beneath him glitter like pebbles Silver coins, which he scattered on the road. All in the village are now rich as counts. Peer Gynt rides through the air across the sea! England's prince stands on the shore waiting for him; So do all the English maidens. England's great and England's emperor, Wherever Peer rides by, rise from their seats. The emperor takes the crown from his head, saying....

SMITH ASLAK (to a few others as they pass on the other side of the gate).

Look at that, Peer Gynt, that drunken swine! :::

:::stage (half rises) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What, Emperor! :::

:::stage (leaning over the gate, taunting:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SMITH" Get up, laddie! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What the devil! The smith! Say? What do you want? :::

:::stage (to the others:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SMITH" His hangover from Lunde is still in his head. :::

:::stage (jumps up) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Just go on, eh! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SMITH" I'm going, yes! But say, where have you come from last? Six weeks away... bewitched in the mountains? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, smith, I've done wonderful things! :::

:::stage (winks at the others) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SMITH" Let's hear, Peer! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" That's nobody's business. :::

:::stage (after a moment) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SMITH" Are you going to Haegstad now? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" No. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SMITH" People said That you used to like that girl over there. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" You black raven...! :::

:::stage (draws back a little) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SMITH" Don't get angry, Peer; If Ingrid has rejected you, there are more...; Both bachelors and widowers are coming... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Go to hell! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SMITH" Come, maybe one will still have you... Good evening! I'll greet the bride from you. :::

:::stage (exit, laughing and whispering). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SMITH" PEER GYNT (looks after him for a while, makes a contemptuous gesture and turns half away).

For all I care, that Haegstad girl can marry Who she likes, It doesn't matter a jot to me! :::

:::stage (looks down at his legs). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SMITH" My trousers are torn. Dirty and ragged,... If only I had something new to wear. :::

:::stage (stamps on the ground). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SMITH" If only I could with one stroke Rip that contempt out of their hearts! :::

:::stage (suddenly looks around). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SMITH" What's that? Who's snickering over there? Hm, it seemed to me just... No, there was no one... I'll go home to mother.

(goes up the road, but stops again and listens towards the feast house).

Now the dance begins!

(stares and listens; goes back step by step; his eyes sparkle; he rubs his legs).

What a swarm of girls! Six... eight at the very least! Oh, devil take me,... I'll join in!... But mother, still sitting on the mill roof... :::

:::stage (his eyes wander downward again; he jumps and laughs). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SMITH" Heisa, the halling [1] romps across the meadow! Yes, Guttorm plays away briskly! It stamps and roars like a falling stream. And that troop of lovely, fresh girls!... Yes, devil take me, I'll join in! :::

:::stage (clears the gate in one leap and runs down). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SMITH" The forecourt at Haegstad. In the background the dwelling house. Many guests. There is lively dancing on the grass. The fiddler sits on a table. The kitchen-master stands in the doorway. Kitchen maids run back and forth between the various buildings; older people sit here and there talking together.

A WOMAN (goes to sit by a group that has settled on some beams).

Oh, the bride? Yes, she's crying a bit, But who takes any notice of that? :::

:::stage (in another group) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KITCHEN-MASTER" Here's something to drink, dear people. :::

:::dialogue speaker="A MAN" Thanks to the giver; but you pour rather freely.

A LAD (to the fiddler, as he rushes past with a girl by the hand).

Heisa, Guttorm, play your hardest! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE GIRL" Play so it rings out across the meadows! :::

:::stage (in a circle around a boy who is dancing) :::

:::dialogue speaker="GIRLS" That was a fine spring! :::

:::dialogue speaker="A GIRL" He's loose in the knees! :::

:::stage (dancing) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BOY" Here it's far from the wall and high the ceiling!

THE BRIDEGROOM (comes whining to his father, who is standing talking with a couple of others, and pulls his jacket).

She won't, father; she is so stubborn! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FATHER" She won't what? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BRIDEGROOM" She has locked herself in. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FATHER" Well, then find the key. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BRIDEGROOM" I don't know where. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FATHER" You're a fool!

(turns back to the others. The bridegroom wanders away across the forecourt). :::

:::stage (from the rear of the house) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A BOY" Girls! Now it'll really get going! Peer Gynt has arrived! :::

:::stage (who has just arrived) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SMITH" Who brought him here? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KITCHEN-MASTER" No one. :::

:::stage (goes towards the house). :::

:::stage (to the girls) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SMITH" If he speaks to you, don't listen to him! :::

:::stage (to the others:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A GIRL" No; we'll act as if we don't know him.

PEER GYNT (arrives heated and excited, stops in the middle of the crowd and claps his hands).

Which of you can dance the best? :::

:::stage (to one he approaches) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ONE" Not me. :::

:::stage ( likewise ) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANOTHER" Nor me. :::

:::dialogue speaker="A THIRD" Well, certainly not me. :::

:::stage (to a fourth:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Then you come, until a better one turns up. :::

:::stage (turns away) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE GIRL" I have no time. :::

:::stage (to a fifth:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" You then! :::

:::stage (as she runs off:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE GIRL" I have to go home. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" This evening? Are you completely mad? :::

:::stage (a moment later, half aloud:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SMITH" Peer, there she goes dancing with an old man. :::

:::stage (turns quickly to an older man) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Where are those who are still free? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" Find them yourself. (goes off).

(Peer Gynt suddenly becomes still. He peers timidly from under his brows at the group. Everyone looks at him, but no one says anything. He goes to other groups. Wherever he goes, it becomes quiet; as he moves away, they smile and watch him.)

:::

:::stage (softly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Glances, thoughts, and smiles like arrows, Scratching and grating like sawdust under files!

(He slinks along the fence. Solvejg, with little Helga by the hand, enters the courtyard, accompanied by her parents.) :::

:::stage (to another, close to Peer Gynt) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A MAN" Those are the new people. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OTHER" Those folk there? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIRST" They come from the West. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OTHER" Exactly! Yes, indeed.

PEER GYNT (steps in the way of those coming, points at Solvejg, and asks the man:)

May I dance with your daughter, say? :::

:::stage (softly:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" Certainly; but first We must go greet the people inside. :::

:::stage (they go inside). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" THE STEWARD (to Peer Gynt, while offering him a drink:)

If you're here, you must take a swig from the jug! :::

:::stage (looks steadily at those going inside) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Thanks; I want to dance. I'm not thirsty now. :::

:::stage (The steward goes away; Peer Gynt looks at the house and laughs). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" How fair! No, I've never seen the like! Looked down at her shoes and her white apron...! And all the while she held her mother's apron-string, And carried a hymn-book wrapped in a cloth...! I must see that girl. (makes to go into the room). :::

:::stage (comes out with several others) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A BOY" Well, Peer, are you leaving The dance already? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" No. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BOY" Then you're going the wrong way. :::

:::stage (takes him by the shoulder to turn him around). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Let me pass! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BOY" Are you afraid of the Smith, maybe? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Afraid? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BOY" Yes, you remember how it went last time at Lunde? :::

:::stage (the group goes away laughing to the dancers). :::

:::stage (in the doorway) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" You must be the boy who wanted to dance? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, that's me; had you forgotten? (takes her by the hand). Come then! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" But not too long, says Mother! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Says Mother? Are you only from yesterday, then? :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" You're making fun of me...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" You are grown up, though; How old are you? :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" I was confirmed in the spring. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Tell me your name, then we'll talk more comfortably. :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" My name is Solvejg. And you, what are you called? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Peer Gynt. :::

:::stage (draws back her hand) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" Oh, heavens! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What's that now? :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" My garter is loose; I must tie it tighter. :::

:::stage (runs off). :::

:::stage (pulls his mother by her skirt) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BRIDEGROOM" Mother, she won't! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" Won't she? What? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BRIDEGROOM" She won't! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" Won't what? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BRIDEGROOM" Turn the key. :::

:::stage (softly and angrily) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FATHER" They ought to tie you to the manger! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MOTHER" Oh, don't grumble. Simpleton! It'll come right. :::

:::stage (they go away). :::

:::stage (who comes with a whole crowd from the dancing-place) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A YOUNG FELLOW" A swig of brandy, Peer? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" No. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE YOUNG FELLOW" Just a drop? :::

:::stage (looks darkly at him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Have you got some, then? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE YOUNG FELLOW" That might be. :::

:::stage (pulls out a pocket-flask and drinks). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE YOUNG FELLOW" What it picks a man up!... Well? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Let me taste. (drinks) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A SECOND" Now you must also drink with me. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" No! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SAME" Oh, come now, don't be so mean! Come Peer, drink! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Give me a drop then. (drinks again). :::

:::stage (half aloud:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A GIRL" Come, let's go. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Afraid of me, lass? :::

:::dialogue speaker="A THIRD YOUNG FELLOW" Who isn't afraid of you? :::

:::dialogue speaker="A FOURTH" You showed Us your tricks at Lunde the other day. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I can do more than that, once I get going! :::

:::stage (whispering:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="FIRST YOUNG FELLOW" Now he's getting into his stride! :::

:::stage (form a ring around him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SEVERAL" Tell us, tell us! What can you do? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Well, tomorrow...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="OTHERS" No, tonight, Peer! :::

:::dialogue speaker="A GIRL" Can you conjure, Peer? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I can raise the devil! :::

:::dialogue speaker="A MAN" My grandmother could do that before I was born! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Lies! What I can do, no one else can. I once drove him into a nut. It was worm-eaten, you see! :::

:::stage (laughing) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SEVERAL" That's easy to believe! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" He cursed and howled and wanted to give me Everything and more...

ONE FROM THE CROWD.

But he had to go in? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Of course. I stopped the hole with a peg. Oh, what a buzzing and rumbling there was! :::

:::dialogue speaker="A GIRL" Imagine! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" It was just like the humming of a bumblebee. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE GIRL" Is he still in that nut, then? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" No. He's long since got out again. It's his fault that Aslak has such a grudge against me. :::

:::dialogue speaker="A YOUNG FELLOW" How so? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I went to the smithy and asked If he would crack the nut for me. "Certainly!" He laid it on the anvil; But Aslak handles things very roughly;… And at once strikes it with his hammer... :::

:::dialogue speaker="A VOICE FROM THE CROWD" Did he kill him outright then? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" He struck like a man. But the other was cunning, and shot like a flame Right through the roof and tore the wall. :::

:::dialogue speaker="SEVERAL" And Aslak...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Stood there with burnt hands. Ever since that day he can't stand me. :::

:::stage (general laughter). :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOME" That's a good story! :::

:::dialogue speaker="OTHERS" That's his best! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Do you think I'm making it up? :::

:::dialogue speaker="A MAN" Oh no, That's not necessary; I know most of it From before... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Lies! It happened to me! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" Just like everything else. :::

:::stage (with a wave of his hand) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What! I can ride Right through the air on wild horses! Oh, I can do all sorts of things, you know. :::

:::stage (again uproarious laughter). :::

:::dialogue speaker="ONE FROM THE CROWD" Ride through the air, Peer! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MANY" Come on, yes, Peer Gynt... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" You needn't beg so much for it! I'll ride like a storm-wind over you all! The whole parish shall go on foot before me! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AN OLDER MAN" Now he's raving mad. :::

:::dialogue speaker="A SECOND" You brute! :::

:::dialogue speaker="A THIRD" Boaster! :::

:::dialogue speaker="A FOURTH" Liar! :::

:::stage (threatens them) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Just wait, you'll see! :::

:::stage (half-drunk) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A MAN" Yes, wait; we'll get you yet! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SEVERAL" Then we'll beat you black and blue! And give you a pair of black eyes!

(The crowd disperses, the older ones angry, the younger ones mocking and laughing). :::

:::stage (close to him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BRIDEGROOM" Say Peer, is it true, can you ride through the air? :::

:::stage (curtly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Certainly, Mads! You can be sure I'm good for something. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BRIDEGROOM" Do you also have the cloak that makes you invisible? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" The hat, you mean? Yes, I have that too.

(turns away from him. Solvejg crosses the dance-place with Helga by the hand). :::

:::stage (Peer Gynt goes towards them, with beaming eyes). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Solvejg! Oh, it's good that you're coming, I say! (grasps her wrist). Now I'll whirl you merrily around! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" Let me go! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Why? :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" You are so wild. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" The reindeer too is wild when summer draws near. Come now, lass, and don't be so stubborn! :::

:::stage (pulls her arm back) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" I dare not. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Why not? :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" You have been drinking. :::

:::stage (goes off with Helga). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Oh, if only I could stick a knife Right through their carcasses... all of them! :::

:::stage (nudges him with his elbow) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BRIDEGROOM" Can't you let me in to my bride? :::

:::stage (absent-mindedly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Your bride? Where is she? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BRIDEGROOM" In the storehouse. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Ah, so. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BRIDEGROOM" Oh, do, Peer Gynt, just try your best! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" No, you must manage without my help. :::

:::stage (a thought strikes him; he says softly and vehemently:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Ingrid in the storehouse! (approaches Solvejg). Have you changed your mind, then? :::

:::stage (Solvejg tries to pass, he steps in her way). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" You're ashamed because I look like a tramp. :::

:::stage (hastily) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" No, I'm not, that's not true! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes you are, and I've had a drop too; But that was from spite because you refused me. Come now! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" I may not, even if I would! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Who are you afraid of? :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" Mostly Father. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Father? Oh, he's one of those quiet ones, Who hang their heads? Or isn't he, now? :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" What am I to say? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Are you among the pious? Your father, your mother, and you too? Well, can't you speak? :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" Leave me alone. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" No! (in a low but vehement and frightening tone:) I'll come to you like an evil spirit! I'll come to your bed when the clock strikes twelve at night. If you hear blowing and hissing around you, You needn't think it's only the cat. That will be me! I'll tap your blood in a cup; And your little sister I'll eat up completely; Yes, you must know that I'm a werewolf by night. I'll bite you in the loins, in the back... :::

:::stage (suddenly changes and begs as if in terror:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Dance with me, Solvejg! :::

:::stage (looks darkly at him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" Ugh, that was wicked! :::

:::stage (goes into the room). :::

:::stage (comes sauntering up again) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BRIDEGROOM" You shall have a cow from me, if you help me! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" That's good!

(They go behind the house. At the same moment a whole crowd comes from the dance-place; most of them are drunk. Confusion and noise. Solvejg and Helga come with their parents and a number of older guests to the door.) :::

:::stage (to the Smith, who stands in front of the crowd:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STEWARD" Calm down! :::

:::stage (pulls off his jacket) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SMITH" No, now it must be settled, Either Peer Gynt or I must clear the field. :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOME" Yes, let them fight! :::

:::dialogue speaker="OTHERS" No, only raving. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SMITH" Words won't do it; fists must decide. :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG'S FATHER" Easy, man! :::

:::dialogue speaker="HELGA" Mother, are they going to beat him? :::

:::dialogue speaker="A YOUNG FELLOW" Let's rather make fun of his lies. :::

:::dialogue speaker="A SECOND" Chase him off the dance floor! :::

:::dialogue speaker="A THIRD" Spit in his face! :::

:::stage (to the Smith:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A FOURTH" Are you going to stick to it, then? :::

:::stage (throws off his jacket) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SMITH" The beast shall be slaughtered, I tell you! :::

:::stage (to Solvejg:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG'S MOTHER" Now you see how they regard that fellow here. :::

:::stage (comes with a stick in her hand) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Is Peer my son here? Because now he's going to get a thrashing; I'll give him a beating he'll remember! :::

:::stage (rolls up his sleeves) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SMITH" For such a rascal a stick is too gentle. :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOME" Aslak will hit him. :::

:::dialogue speaker="OTHERS" Beat him up! :::

:::stage (spits in his hands and nods to Aase) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SMITH" I'll hang him! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" What! Hang Peer! Try it if you dare;... Aase still has teeth and nails! Where is he? (calls across the dance floor) Peer! :::

:::stage (comes running hard) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BRIDEGROOM" Well, by the Almighty! Come, father, mother,...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FATHER" What's the matter? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BRIDEGROOM" Peer Gynt has...! :::

:::stage (screams) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Have they killed him? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BRIDEGROOM" No, Peer Gynt...! Look there on the mountain.. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CROWD" With the bride! :::

:::stage (drops the stick) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Such a scoundrel! :::

:::stage (as if fallen from the sky) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SMITH" Up the steepest sides The fellow climbs like a goat! :::

:::stage (weeping) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BRIDEGROOM" He's carrying her, mother, like a bear a pig! :::

:::stage (makes a threatening gesture at him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Oh, if only you'd fall, so that you... (screams in terror:) Do be careful! :::

:::stage (comes bareheaded and pale with rage:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FARMER OF HAEGSTAD" I'll wring his neck for this trick! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" God, no! May I die if I allow that!

::: ## END OF THE FIRST ACT

:::stage A narrow footpath high up in the mountains. Early morning. Peer Gynt walks hastily and angrily down the path. Ingrid, half-dressed, in bridal attire, tries to hold him back. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Go away! :::

:::stage (crying) :::

:::dialogue speaker="INGRID" After all that has happened! Where are you going? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Wherever you like. :::

:::stage (wrings her hands) :::

:::dialogue speaker="INGRID" Such a deceiver! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Scolding doesn't help. Each goes his own way now. :::

:::dialogue speaker="INGRID" Guilt... our mutual guilt, that binds us! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" To the devil with all that! To the devil with all women... Except one...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="INGRID" Who is that? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" It is not you. :::

:::dialogue speaker="INGRID" Who is it then? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Away! Go back now To your father! :::

:::dialogue speaker="INGRID" Peer, my dearest! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Silence! :::

:::dialogue speaker="INGRID" You cannot possibly mean What you are saying. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, or I mean it! :::

:::dialogue speaker="INGRID" Lure first, and then reject! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" And with what would you bind me? :::

:::dialogue speaker="INGRID" Haegstad farm and much more besides. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Do you have a hymnbook? Do you have long golden hair? Do you blush looking down at your apron? Do you hold tight to your mother's skirts? Tell me? :::

:::dialogue speaker="INGRID" No; but...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Were you taken in This spring? :::

:::dialogue speaker="INGRID" Oh, but Peer...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Can you look demurely? Can you refuse when I ask something? :::

:::dialogue speaker="INGRID" Dear Lord, he is insane! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Does he who looks at you become pure? Tell me! :::

:::dialogue speaker="INGRID" No, but... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What remains then! (tries to leave). :::

:::stage (blocks his way) :::

:::dialogue speaker="INGRID" Do you know it could mean your death If you leave? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Very possible! :::

:::dialogue speaker="INGRID" Money, goods, and honor you will get If you take me... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Thank you, no. :::

:::stage (bursts into tears) :::

:::dialogue speaker="INGRID" Oh, you lured me...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" And you were willing. :::

:::dialogue speaker="INGRID" I was desperate! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I was mad. :::

:::stage (threateningly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="INGRID" Fine; I will make you pay! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" The dearest is still cheap. :::

:::dialogue speaker="INGRID" So you stick to that? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Firm as a rock, yes. :::

:::dialogue speaker="INGRID" Fine; we shall see who wins then! (goes down the path). :::

:::stage (is silent for a while, then shouts loudly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" To the devil with all that! To the devil with all women! :::

:::stage (turns her head and shouts mockingly upward) :::

:::dialogue speaker="INGRID" Except one! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, one. :::

:::stage (They each go their separate ways). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" By a mountain lake; the ground around is soft and marshy. A storm is coming.

Aase, desperate, shouts and looks around in all directions. Solveig has difficulty keeping up with her. Her parents and Helga come a ways behind them. :::

:::stage (beats about her and tears her hair out) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Everything works against me with evil force, Water and mountains and stormy skies! The heavens gather mists to make him stray! The treacherous lake wants to take his life! Boulders and avalanches want to strike him down; And then the people! If they catch him...! But they won't succeed! I cannot lose him yet That the devil should have put that into his head! :::

:::stage (turns to Solvejg) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Yes, who could ever have thought such a thing, right...? He, who only knew how to brag and lie, And was brave only with his mouth; He, who never did anything worthwhile;... He...! You could both cry and laugh...! Oh, so much we have endured! Yes! For my husband, you know, was a drinker, Pulled all sorts of crazy stunts; The money was wasted, poverty and want came. Meanwhile we stayed at home together And did our best to forget the misery; For I could not fight against it well. It is so hard to face one's fate; And a person still wants to distract himself from sorrow, And see how best to divert his thoughts. One does it with brandy, another with tales; Oh yes! So we took fairy tales then Of princes and spirits and all sorts. Also bride-stealing sometimes. But who would have thought That such things would still haunt him? (becomes anxious again). Huh, what a scream! That's a water spirit or dwarf... Peer! Peer!... Up there on the mountain...!

(Runs quickly up a small hill and looks out over the water, the others come to her). :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Absolutely nothing to see! :::

:::stage (silently) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" It is worst for him. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Oh my Peer! My lost lamb! :::

:::stage (sighs softly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" Yes, exactly. Lost. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" No, do not say that! He is such a fellow. There's no one like him. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" How foolish you are, woman! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Oh yes, oh yes; I am foolish; but my boy is good! :::

:::stage (still subdued and with gentle eyes) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" His soul is lost and his heart hardened. :::

:::stage (frightened) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" No! The Lord will not be so hard! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" Can he perhaps still atone for his sin? :::

:::stage (eagerly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" No, but he can ride through the air on a goat! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Woman, are you mad? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" What are you saying? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Nothing in the world that he cannot do. You will see, if only he stays alive. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" The best would be if you had him hanged. :::

:::stage (shrieks) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Lord Jesus! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" If the executioner gets hold of him, Who knows if he might not come to his senses then. :::

:::stage (dizzy) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Oh, your talk will drive me mad! Come along! It's about... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" His soul's salvation. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" And his body too! If he is in the bog, we will pull him out; If he is bewitched, we will have him exorcised. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" Hm!... Here is a cattle path... :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" May God reward you For helping to search for him! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" That is Christian duty. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Oh? Then the others are all heathens! There was not one who wanted to join the search... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" They know him too well. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" He was too clever for them! (wrings her hands). Remember,... his life is at stake! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" Here is the track of a man's foot! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Let's search here then. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN" We will split up at our mountain hut. :::

:::stage (He and his wife go ahead). :::

:::stage (to Aase) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" Tell me some more. :::

:::stage (dries her eyes) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" More about my son? :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" Yes;... Everything! :::

:::stage (smiles and lifts her head proudly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Everything? You would get tired of it! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" You would sooner tire of telling Than I of listening.

Low, treeless hills below the high mountains; further back mountain peaks. The shadows are already long; it is late in the day.

PEER GYNT (comes bounding in large leaps and stops on the slope).

The whole village is after me! Armed with rifles and clubs they are. I can hear old Haegstad roaring ahead... Everywhere it's known: Peer Gynt has gone off! That's something else than fighting with a smith! That's living! I feel like a bear, every limb. :::

:::stage (strikes around him and makes a leap in the air). :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" Strike down! Hurl down! Stem the waterfall! Pull up pines by the root! That is life! That strengthens and hardens and makes one cheerful! To hell with all those feeble lies! :::

:::stage (run over the hills shouting and singing) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THREE MOUNTAIN DAMSELS" Trond in the Valleys! Beard and Kaare! Mountain spirits! Will you come sleep with us? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Whom are you calling so? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE DAMSELS" Mountain spirits! Mountain spirits! :::

:::dialogue speaker="FIRST DAMSEL" Trond! Come, be yearning! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SECOND DAMSEL" Beard! Come, be wild! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THIRD DAMSEL" All the beds are empty there! :::

:::dialogue speaker="FIRST DAMSEL" Wild is yearning! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SECOND DAMSEL" And yearning is wild! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THIRD DAMSEL" If there are no boys, you take a mountain spirit! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Where are the boys then? :::

:::stage (stifling laughter) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ALL THREE" They cannot come! :::

:::dialogue speaker="FIRST DAMSEL" Mine, he called me his love, his treasure; Now he is married to a half-worn widow. :::

:::dialogue speaker="SECOND DAMSEL" Mine met a gypsy woman in the North. Now they wander together as vagabonds. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THIRD DAMSEL" Mine killed our little one. Now his head grins on a pole. :::

:::dialogue speaker="ALL THREE" Trond in the Valleys! Beard and Kaare! Mountain spirits, will you come sleep with us? :::

:::stage (with a leap stands suddenly among them) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I am a mountain spirit and I take all three! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE DAMSELS" Are you such a fellow, say? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" You shall see! :::

:::dialogue speaker="FIRST DAMSEL" Come along then! Come along! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SECOND DAMSEL" There is mead! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Pour it in streams! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THIRD DAMSEL" Tonight no bed shall be empty! :::

:::stage (kisses him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SECOND DAMSEL" He crackles and sputters like glowing iron. :::

:::stage (also) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THIRD DAMSEL" Like a child's eye from the darkest pond. :::

:::stage (dances in their midst) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Sad the heart and wild the head; With laughing eye; the throat constricted!

THE DAMSELS (make long noses at the mountain peaks, shout and sing).

Trond in the Valleys! Beard and Kaare! Mountain spirits!... Would you sleep with us? :::

:::stage (They dance over the hills with Peer Gynt in their midst). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" In the Round Mountains. Sunset. Shining snowy peaks all around. :::

:::stage (arrives confused and wild) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Castles rise ever higher! Oh, what a glittering gate! Stop! Stay! It already retreats Further and further back! High on the tower the weathercock Flutters its wings;... Turning blue in distant chasms Everything flees... the mountain closes again. What are those trunks and roots Springing up from crevices there? Those are giants with heron legs! Now they too sink away. Like rainbow streaks it darts Painfully into eye and brain. What is that bell-ringing now? What presses heavy on my eyes? Oh, how it churns in my forehead... That ring that burns me like fire...! I can no longer remember Who the devil put it on me! :::

:::stage (sinks down). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" The ride over the Gendin? Lies and delusion? Up against wall-steep slopes With the bride... and a day in a daze Chasing falcons and vultures, Threatening troll folk, Frolicking with wild maidens;... Lies and delusion! :::

:::stage (stares long upward). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" There I see two eagles drift. To the south the geese go. And I must struggle and plod here In mud and filth, knee-deep! (jumps up). I want to join! I want to wash myself clean in The bath of the sharpest winds! I want up! I want to beautify myself In the radiant sunshine! I want away, far over the mountains, I want to ride until I forget everything; I want to go over salty seas, And high over England's prince; Yes, just look up, girls; What I do is nobody's business; Why do you stand waiting below...? Yes, maybe I will fall down after all. Where have those eagles gone now?... The devil has taken them!... Now a high gable rises; Ever larger becomes the pointed roof; From stone rubble the whole house grows up;... Look, the door stands wide open, Ah, now I recognize the house, That is grandfather's new place! Gone is the old hovel, Gone the gate that was about to fall. And all the windows shine; There is a feast in the great hall. There I heard the provost just now Tap his glass with his knife;... There the captain throws his bottle... The mirror shatters into pieces; Let it go! Let everything go! Hush, mother; it does not matter! The rich Jon Gynt feasts now; Hurrah for the Gynt family! What is that yelling and shouting? What a noise and racket? The captain calls for Peer-son,... The provost wants to drink to me. Forward, Peer Gynt, inside, There the verdict rings: Peer, you are of great descent, And something great you shall become one day!

(He runs forward, but bumps his nose against a boulder, falls and lies still).

A mountain slope with large rustling deciduous trees. Stars twinkle through the leaves; birds sing in the treetops. A woman dressed in green walks across the slope. Peer Gynt follows her with various loving gestures. :::

:::stage (stops and turns around) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN IN GREEN" Is it true? :::

:::stage (makes a cutting motion across his throat) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" As true as I am called Peer;... As true as you are a beautiful woman! Will you have me, say? You will see how decent I am; You will not have to weave or spin. You will have food, as much as you can eat. I will never pull your hair... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN IN GREEN" And not beat me either? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" No; did you think that? A king's son would surely not beat women. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN IN GREEN" Are you a king's son? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN IN GREEN" I am the child of the Dovre king. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Are you? Well, look at that, how splendidly that works out. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN IN GREEN" Inside the Round Mountain is my father's castle. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" My mother's is larger, as far as I can see. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN IN GREEN" Do you know my father? He is called King Brose. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Do you know my mother? She is called Queen Aase. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN IN GREEN" When father rages, the mountains split. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" They tumble when mother starts scolding. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN IN GREEN" Father can span the highest vault. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Mother can ride through the swiftest stream. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN IN GREEN" Have you no other clothes than those rags there? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Oh, you should see my Sunday suit! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN IN GREEN" I also wear gold and silk on weekdays. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" But this looks more like leaves and stems. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN IN GREEN" Yes, there is one thing, remember that especially; That is the custom among the Round folk: All our property has two sides. If you come with me to my father's castle It could happen that, going by appearances, You would think you were standing in a barren stone desert. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, that is actually exactly the same with us! The gilding would seem full of rust and soot, And perhaps you would think the glittering windows Were stuffed with rags and tatters. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN IN GREEN" Black looks white and ugly beautiful. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Big looks small, and filthy looks clean. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN IN GREEN" Yes, Peer, I see that we suit each other! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Like the leg to the trouser, like the comb to the hair. :::

:::stage (calls back toward the mountain) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN IN GREEN" Bridal pony! Bridal pony! Come then, my pony!

(A gigantic pig comes running with a rope for harness and an old sack as a saddle. Peer Gynt swings onto it and takes the woman in front of him). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Heigh-ho! We ride through the Round Gate, Hurry, hurry, my fiery steed! :::

:::stage (tenderly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN IN GREEN" Ah, yesterday I walked so weary and faint;... You never know what can happen! :::

:::stage (whips the pig which gallops away) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" The king's hall of the Troll King. Large assembly of Court Trolls, Mountain Spirits, and Earth Gnomes. The King on a throne, with crown and scepter. His children and nearest relatives on either side of him. Peer Gynt stands before him. Great commotion in the hall. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE COURT TROLLS" Slay him! The Christian son has defiled The Troll King's loveliest maid! :::

:::dialogue speaker="A YOUNG TROLL" May I cut his finger? :::

:::dialogue speaker="A SECOND" May I pull his hair? :::

:::dialogue speaker="A TROLL MAIDEN" Huh! Let me bite him in the thigh! :::

:::stage (with a skimming ladle) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A WITCH" Will he be made into pickled meat? :::

:::stage (with a slaughtering knife) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A SECOND" Shall I roast him on a spit or fry him in a pan? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE TROLL KING" Put some ice in your blood! :::

:::stage (beckons his followers closer). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE TROLL KING" Let us not be so loud. Things have gone downhill for us in recent years; We have lost the right foothold, And we must not spurn help from the people. Moreover, the young man seems without faults; And strongly built too, as far as I can see. Too bad that he has only one head; But well, my daughter also has no more; Three-headed trolls are going out of fashion, Even two-headed ones are hardly seen anymore; And then those heads are still only so-so. :::

:::stage (to Peer Gynt). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE TROLL KING" So it is my daughter you desire? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Your daughter and the kingdom as dowry besides. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE TROLL KING" You get half now during my lifetime, And the other half when I am done for. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I am satisfied with that. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" Yes, hold on, my son!... You must also make a couple of promises; Everything is broken if you break one, And you will not leave here alive then... First, you must promise never to look back At what lies beyond the borders of the Round; You must shun day and deed,... every spot of light. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Call me king, and that will be easy for me. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" And then,... now I will test you... :::

:::stage (rises from his throne). :::

:::stage (to Peer Gynt) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE ELDEST COURT TROLL" Let us see if you have enough sense To crack the king's riddle! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" How does a troll differ from a man? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" There is no difference at all, as far as I can see. Big ones want to pinch and small ones to wring;... Just like with us, if they dared. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" Very true; we agree on that, and on more. But morning is morning, and evening is evening, So difference remains nonetheless. Now I will tell you what it consists of: Out there, under the shining vault, Among humans it says: Man, be yourself! In here with us, among the troll folk, It says: "Be yourself... enough!" :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE COURT TROLL" Do you grasp the meaning? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" It seems a bit obscure to me. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" "Enough" my son, that decisive, strong Word, must henceforth be your motto. :::

:::stage (scratches behind his ear) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, but... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" It must be, if you are to rule here! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Alright, go ahead; that is not the worst... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" Moreover, you must learn to appreciate Our simple, homely way of life.

(He beckons; two trolls with pig heads, white nightcaps, etc. bring food and drink).

The cow gives cakes and the ox gives mead; Do not ask if they taste sour or sweet; The main thing is, and that is not to forget, That it is home-made. :::

:::stage (pushes the things away) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" The devil take your home cooking! I will certainly never get used to that custom. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" The bowl goes with it, and it is of gold. And whoever owns it has my daughter's favor. :::

:::stage (crying) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" It is written: you shall force yourself; In time perhaps that drink will seem less sour. Come on! (gives in). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" Look, that is a sensible word. Do you spit? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I just have to hope that I will get used to it. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" Then you must also shed all your Christian clothes; For know this, to the honor of Dovre, Everything here is mountain work, nothing comes from the valley, Except the silk ribbon at the end of the tail. :::

:::stage (angry) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I have no tail! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" You can get one. Chamberlain, tie my Sunday tail on him. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Don't try! What do you think... that is going too far! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" Never court my daughter with a bare rear. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Make a man into an animal! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" My son, you are mistaken! I am simply making you a courtly suitor. You will wear a bright yellow ribbon, And that counts here as the greatest honor. :::

:::stage (pensively) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" They say a man is but a sigh. And one must adapt to custom. Tie it on! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" You are a decent lad. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE COURT TROLL" Now try how nicely you can wag it! :::

:::stage (angry) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Say, will you force me to do more things? Do you also demand my Christian faith? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" No, you may keep that, rest assured. Faith is free here, no one lays claim to it; By deeds and conduct one recognizes the troll. If we only agree on deeds and actions, You may well call faith what we call fear. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" You are, despite your many quirks, A more sensible fellow than one would think. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" My son, we are better than our reputation; That is also a difference between you and us... But now let the seriousness be over; Now we will feast ears and eyes. Playmaid, play! Let the Dovre harp sound! Come, dancemaid! Show how one dances in Dovre! :::

:::stage (Music and dance). :::

:::dialogue speaker="COURT TROLL" What do you think of it? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What? Yes... hm!... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" Speak without fear. What do you see, say? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" A hideous performance. A bell-cow beats with its hooves on catgut; A pig in knee-breeches trips along. :::

:::dialogue speaker="COURT TROLLS" Devour him! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" Remember, he has human senses! :::

:::dialogue speaker="FEMALE TROLLS" Tear his ears off, his eyes out! :::

:::stage (crying) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE DAUGHTER" Huhu! That we have to hear as reward, When my sister and I play and dance! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Oh come, was it you? Well, a joke, You know, is not meant badly. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE DAUGHTER" Can I trust that? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Both dancing and playing Was, I swear, very lovely. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" It is something strange with human nature; It sometimes lingers remarkably long; If it gets a bruise in our company, It becomes a scar, but heals quite quickly. My son-in-law is as accommodating as possible; Good-naturedly he took off his Christian clothes; Good-naturedly he drank the mead, Good-naturedly even let his tail be tied on... So willing in short, for everything I asked, That I certainly thought the old Adam Was once and for all driven out the door; But look, suddenly he is back again. Yes, yes, then a cure is needed For that stubborn human nature. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What will you do then? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" In your left eye I'll make a little cut; then you'll squint; But everything you see will seem sound and beautiful. Then I'll cut out your right eye's lens... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Are you drunk? :::

:::stage (lays some sharp instruments on the table) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" Here you see my instruments; You'll get blinkers like an old nag; Then you'll find your bride beautiful,... And your eyes will never again make you see Tripping pigs and a bell-cow... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" That is madness! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE ELDEST COURT TROLL" That is true king's talk. He is the wise one, you are the fool! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" Consider from how many vexations You will be spared for your whole life. Realize that your eyes are the source Of the biting, tormenting tear-lye. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Very true. And I know the Bible verse: If your eye offends you, pluck it out. But tell me! When will that heal again, Become a human eye again? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" It will never become that again. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Oh! Well, then I'll say thank you. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" What will you do? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I'm leaving. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" No, halt! It's easy to get in here! But the Dovre king's gate lets no one out. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" You would not force me by violence? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" Listen now, be sensible, Prince Peer! You have talent for being a troll. Right, he already Behaves quite troll-like. And that is what you want, isn't it? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, certainly, I want that. For a bride and a kingdom thrown in, I can put up with one thing and another. But there must be measure in all things. I accepted the tail, that is perfectly true: But I can untie what another tied. I threw off my trousers; they were old and patched; But I can at least fasten them again if necessary. And perhaps I will also see a chance to free myself From that troll-like way of life. I am willing to swear that a cow is a girl,... An oath can always be quietly swallowed again; But that you never again in your life become free, That you cannot die as a decent human, Must remain a troll all your days... And especially that you can never turn back... As the book says: to apply myself to that, That is something I must say I pass on. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" Now I am really getting angry, hear; And then there is truly no joking with me. You pale milksop! Do you know who I am? First you offend my daughter here... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" That is a lie, I say! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" You must marry her. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Do you dare to claim that...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" What? Can you deny That you desired her and pursued her? :::

:::stage (whistles) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Is that all? As if that could bind anyone! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" Humans always remain the same. You fully acknowledge the intention; But only what is tangible has force; So you think that desiring means nothing? Just wait; a light will soon dawn on you... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" You won't catch me with your bait of lies! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE DAUGHTER" My Peer, father will get you before the year is out. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Open up; I want out! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" In a goatskin You will have your child sent home. :::

:::stage (wipes his sweat) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" If only I were awake! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" Should it go to the king's park? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Send it to the parish! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" Fine, Prince Peer, that is your affair. But so much is certain: done is done, And also that your offspring will grow up; Such a hybrid thing grows amazingly fast... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Come on, old man, don't be such a stubborn ox; Girl, be sensible! And listen to reason. You should know that I am no prince and not rich;... And whether you measure or weigh me, You will gain nothing by keeping me. :::

:::stage (The daughter faints and is carried away by troll maidens). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" Smash him to mush against the mountain wall, children! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SMALL TROLLS" Come on, let us play with him first! Cat and mouse! Wolf and sheep! Bite him and chase him into a corner! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE KING" Fine, go ahead! I am angry and sleepy. Goodnight! (exits). :::

:::stage (chased by the small trolls) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Let go, devil's brood! :::

:::stage (tries to go up through the chimney). :::

:::dialogue speaker="SMALL TROLLS" Earth gnomes! Dwarves! Bite him from behind! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Ouch! :::

:::stage (tries to go down through the cellar hole). :::

:::dialogue speaker="SMALL TROLLS" Close all cracks! :::

:::dialogue speaker="COURT TROLL" What fun the little ones are having!

PEER GYNT (fighting with a small troll that has bitten into his ear).

Let go, you filth! :::

:::stage (hits it on its fingers) :::

:::dialogue speaker="COURT TROLL" Watch out, you lout, it’s a king’s child! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" A rat’s nest! (runs over there). :::

:::dialogue speaker="SMALL TROLLS" Little brother! You must stop that! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" The old one was a scoundrel, but the boys are worse! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SMALL TROLLS" Tear him apart! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Oh, if only I were as small as a mouse! :::

:::stage (runs around). :::

:::stage (they swirl around him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SMALL TROLLS" Close the ring! Close the ring! :::

:::stage (weeping) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Oh, if only I were a louse! :::

:::stage (falls down). :::

:::dialogue speaker="SMALL TROLLS" Now at his eyes! :::

:::stage (buried under the heap of trolls) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Help, Mother! I’m dying! :::

:::stage (Church bells in the distance). :::

:::dialogue speaker="SMALL TROLLS" Bells in the mountains! The black-robed one is coming!

The trolls flee with howls and roars. The hall collapses; everything sinks.

Pitch dark. Peer Gynt strikes out around him and cuts with a large branch. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Answer! Who are you? :::

:::dialogue speaker="A VOICE IN THE DARKNESS" Myself. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Out of the way! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE VOICE" Go around, Peer! There’s plenty of room. :::

:::stage (tries to go through at another spot but is blocked) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Who are you? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE VOICE" Myself. Can you say the same? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I can say what I want; and my sword can strike! Look out! Hey! There it falls already, whizzing! Saul slew hundreds; Peer Gynt slays thousands. :::

:::stage (strikes and cuts). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Who are you? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE VOICE" Myself. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" That stupid talk Keep to yourself; that doesn’t clear things up! What are you? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE VOICE" The Great Bøyg.[2] :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Oh, come on! First the riddle was black; now it seems gray. Out of the way, Bøyg! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE VOICE" Go around, Peer! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Through! (strikes and hews) He falls! :::

:::stage (tries to advance but meets resistance again). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Ho ho! Are there more? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE VOICE" Bøyg, Peer Gynt! Only one. Bøyg, who took a blow and yet is not wounded. Bøyg, who is dead, and Bøyg who still lives. :::

:::stage (throws away the branch) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" The weapon is bewitched; but I still have fists! :::

:::stage (fights his way through). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE VOICE" Yes, rely on your fists, on your body. Hee hee, Peer Gynt, then you’ll reach the top alright. :::

:::stage (comes back) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Forward or back, it’s equally far... Out or in, it’s the same path! There he is! And there! All around! As soon as I’m out, I’m back in the circle... Name yourself! Let me see you! What are you then? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE VOICE" Bøyg. :::

:::stage (gropes around) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Not dead; not alive. A mist. A vapor. No shape. Intangible! It’s like grabbing Into a heap of buzzing half-awake bears! (shouts). Strike out! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE VOICE" Bøyg is not crazy. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Strike! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE VOICE" Bøyg does not strike. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Fight! You must! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE VOICE" The Great Bøyg wins without fighting. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" If only there were a troll here that could prick me! If only there were a goblin no older than a year! But something to fight. But there’s nothing here... Now he’s snoring! Bøyg! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE VOICE" What? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Use force! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE VOICE" The Great Bøyg conquers everything with gentleness. :::

:::stage (bites into his arms and hands) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Claws in the flesh, tearing teeth! I must see a drop of my own blood! :::

:::stage (One hears as the flapping of wings of large birds). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BIRDS' SCREAMS" Bøyg, is he coming? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE VOICE" Yes! Step by step. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BIRDS" Sisters all, far away! Fly here! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" If you want to save me, lass, do it quickly. Don’t look so shy and sad at your Prayer book! Throw it right in his eyes! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BIRDS" He wavers! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE VOICE" We’ve got him. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BIRDS" Sisters! Quick! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Too dearly bought is life like this, With such an hour of murderous play. :::

:::stage (collapses). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BIRDS" Bøyg, there he falls! Grab him! Grab him! :::

:::stage (In the distance, bells and psalm-singing are heard). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BIRDS" BØYG (dissolves into nothing and cries in a death rattle)

He was too strong. Women stood beside him.

Sunrise. In the mountains in front of Aase's mountain hut. The door is closed; everything is still and empty.

Peer Gynt lies sleeping against the outer wall of the hut. :::

:::stage (awakes, looks around with slow, sleepy gaze. He spits) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Ugh, I wish I had a salted herring!

(spits again, immediately sees Helga, who approaches with a basket full of food).

Ah, little one, are you here? What do you want here, eh? :::

:::dialogue speaker="HELGA" It’s Solvejg... :::

:::stage (jumps up) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Where is she? :::

:::dialogue speaker="HELGA" Here behind the hut. :::

:::stage (hiding) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" If you come here, I’ll run away. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Are you maybe afraid I’ll grab you? :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" Shame on you! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Do you know where I was last night?... The troll princess clung to me like a burr. :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" Then it was good that bells were ringing in the village. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Peer Gynt is not the fellow they can lure,... What do you say, eh? :::

:::stage (weeping) :::

:::dialogue speaker="HELGA" Oh, there she runs away fast! (runs after her). Wait! :::

:::stage (holds her by an arm) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Look, what I have in my pocket! A silver button, I say! That’s for you... Put in a good word for me! :::

:::dialogue speaker="HELGA" Please, let me go! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Here you have it. :::

:::dialogue speaker="HELGA" Let go! There stands the basket of food! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" God help you, if you don’t...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="HELGA" Let me go! I’m scared! :::

:::stage (gently; lets her go) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I meant to say; ask her not to forget me! :::

:::stage (Helga runs off quickly). :::

END OF THE SECOND ACT

:::stage Deep in the pine forest. Gray autumn weather. Snowfall. Peer Gynt stands in his shirtsleeves chopping wood. :::

:::stage (he fells a large pine with crooked branches) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, yes, you're tough, you old friend; But it won't help you, you'll have to go. :::

:::stage (he chops again). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I see, you're wearing a coat of mail;... But I'll smash it, no matter how strong... Yes, yes, you shake your gnarled arm; It's understandable, you're angry, you're annoyed; But however it is, you must yield to me...! :::

:::stage (suddenly stops). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Delusion! It's only an old tree. Delusion! It's no coat of mail; It's only a pine with rough bark... It's hard work, chopping trees, But madness to chop and dream at the same time. That must end now,... staring into the mist And letting oneself drift while wide awake... You are banished! A hunted man in the woods. :::

:::stage (he chops hard for a while). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Banished. You have no mother anymore To bring you food, to set your table; If you want to eat, fellow, help yourself, Fetch something raw from forest or stream. Look for some brushwood and light a fire, Fiddle and cook and make do. If you want warm clothes, catch a reindeer; If you want to build a house, hew blocks of stone; If you want to raise it, you must saw beams And carry them on your back to the place.... :::

:::stage (his axe sinks, he stares ahead). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" It will be beautiful. A tower with a vane Shall stand on the roof and rise high; And on the gable, carved from wood, A mermaid, with a fish tail instead of legs. There must be copper on the lock and the vane. I must also get some glass; Strangers will then ask, amazed, What shines so far away in the mountains. :::

:::stage (laughs grimly). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Oh hellish lies! There they are again. You are an outlaw, fellow! :::

:::stage (he chops again with fury). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" A roof of bark Will suffice against wind and frost. :::

:::stage (looks up at the tree). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Now it's swaying. Come, just one more blow! Then it will fall, as long as it is, by itself; It already trembles in the young wood, rustling and moaning!

(he begins to strip the trunk of its branches; suddenly he listens and stands still with raised axe).

Someone is coming behind me!... So you do it, You Haegstad farmer;... that's a treacherous trick. :::

:::stage (hides behind the tree and peers out). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" A fellow! Only one. He looks scared. He glances around timidly. What is he hiding Under his tunic? A sickle! He stops and peers, Lays his fist on his stick... and now? What is that? Why does he stop and grab his sickle? Oh dear! He cut off his finger! His whole finger! He's bleeding like a pig! There he goes off with his fist in a cloth. :::

:::stage (stands up). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" He seems possessed! An indispensable finger! Off! And without anyone forcing him... Wait! Now I understand...! That is the only Way to avoid the draft. That's it. They wanted to send him to war, And the fellow, of course, didn't want to go... But to chop it off...? To lose it for good...? To think of it, to wish it, even to will it; And to do it! No, I don't understand that! :::

:::stage (Shakes his head briefly, then goes back to work). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" A room in Aase's house. Everything is in disarray; chests stand open; everyday clothes are spread around; a cat in the bed. Aase and the neighbor woman are busy packing and tidying up. :::

:::stage (goes to one side) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Kari, listen! :::

:::dialogue speaker="KARI" What is it? :::

:::stage (on the other side) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Listen...! Where is...? Where can I find...? Tell me, where is...? What am I looking for? I'm dazed! Where is the key to the chest? :::

:::dialogue speaker="KARI" It's in the lock. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" What's rattling outside? :::

:::dialogue speaker="KARI" The last load. Being taken to Haegstad. :::

:::stage (weeping) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Oh, I would be happy If I myself were carried out in the black chest! Oh, how much must a person suffer and endure! God have mercy! The whole house is empty! What the Haegstad farmer left, the bailiff took. Even the clothes on my back were not spared. It's a shame to treat a person like this! :::

:::stage (sits down on the edge of the bed). :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Now everything, house, home, and land is lost; Hard was the old man, but harder the judgment; There was no help anymore and no mercy; Peer was not there, and no one could help me. :::

:::dialogue speaker="KARI" Here in the house you may stay until your death. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Yes, the cat and I, we are given charity bread! :::

:::dialogue speaker="KARI" Yes, mother, it was Peer who cost you dearly! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Peer? Say, are you out of your mind! Ingrid came home safe and sound, after all. They should have stayed with the devil;... He is the guilty one, he, and nobody else; The evil one drove my poor boy to it! :::

:::dialogue speaker="KARI" Wouldn't you rather send for the priest? He is worse off than you might think. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" For the priest? Oh yes, that wouldn't be bad. :::

:::stage (raises herself). :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" But no! I can't! I am his mother, after all; I will help; that's no more than my motherly duty; Do as much as I can, when no one else does anything. That jacket here, he can have it. I'll patch it. I wish I dared snatch that fur from them too! Where are the stockings? :::

:::dialogue speaker="KARI" There, with the other junk. :::

:::stage (rummages in it) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" What do I find here? Oh no, an old Casting ladle, Kari! With that he played Casting buttons, melting, and stamping. Once, when there was a feast here, the boy came home And asked his father for a lump of tin; No tin, said Jon, but King Christian's coin, Silver; one must see that you are a son of Jon Gynt. God forgive Jon; but he was drunk, And then he paid no attention to gold or tin. Here are the stockings. Oh, what holes! That'll take darning, Kari! :::

:::dialogue speaker="KARI" That's necessary, I think. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" When that's done, I'll go to bed; I feel so weak and sick and oppressed... Two woolen shirts; they forgot those! :::

:::dialogue speaker="KARI" Yes, they just did. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" That's just right. You can put one aside. Or wait, we should keep both; The one he has on is already so thin. :::

:::dialogue speaker="KARI" But, mother Aase, that's not allowed! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Well, you know, the priest proclaims Forgiveness for this and many other sins.

Outside a newly built hut in the forest. A reindeer antler above the door. The snow lies deep. Dusk is falling. Peer Gynt stands in front of the door and nails a large wooden lock in place. :::

:::stage (laughs loudly now and then) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" A lock there must be; a lock that keeps out All the goblins, men and women. A lock there must be, to lock the hut Against all those malicious, sly dwarfs... They come with the dark; they knock and tap: Open up, Peer Gynt, we are quick as thoughts! We shake the bed, we blow the fire, Rise up through the chimney like fiery dragons. Heehee! Peer, do you think with nails and planks To block the entrance for the spiteful dwarf folk?

(Solvejg enters on snowshoes across the heath; she has a scarf over her head and a bundle in her hand). :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" God bless your work. You must not reject me. I come because you called, so you must take me. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Solvejg! It's not...! Yes, it's true!... And you're no longer afraid to come close to me! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" You sent me a message through little Helga; Much more later the wind secretly brought me. A message was all your mother told me, A message my dream when I lay down to sleep. Nights so sad, and so empty all the days, Told me that I must come now. Life was extinguished down there; I could no longer laugh or cry from the heart. I wasn't quite sure what was going on in you; I only knew that I was drawn to you. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" But your father? :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" In God's wide world I have no one who is father or mother to me. I am free now of everyone. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Solvejg, my dear, To be mine? :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" Yes, only yours; You must be everything to me; my home and family. :::

:::stage (weeping). :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" The worst was leaving my little sister;... But worse still to leave my father; But the hardest of all to leave my mother's breast;... No, God forgive me, the worst of all Was the pain of parting from all... all! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" And do you know my sentence passed in spring? That separates me forever from home and land. :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" Do you think I would for worldly goods Forever leave those whom I loved? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" And do you know that, once outside the forest, I may be caught if anyone sees me? :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" On snowshoes I came, and asked the way; They asked where I was going; I answered: home. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Away then with all those nails and planks. No more bolts against spiteful dwarfs. If you dare henceforth stay with the hunter, Then my hut will be consecrated, I know. Solvejg! Let me look at you! Not too close! Just look! How radiantly fair you are! Let me lift you up! How light and delicate you are! If I must carry you, Solvejg, I will never tire! I will not make you dirty. With outstretched arms I hold you in front of me, you dear, merciful one! Who would have thought I would carry you...! Oh, but I have longed for you nights and days. Here, you see, I have built and constructed; But that must go now; it's poor and bare here... :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" Whether poor or rich,... it suits me here. You breathe so freely in the cool mountain breeze... Down there it was stuffy; I felt oppressed; That was also what drove me from the village. But here, where you hear the rustling of the pines.... Here is peace and song!... here I feel at home. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" And do you know it for sure? Your whole life long? :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" The path I took leads never back. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I have you then! Come! Let me show you my hut! Go inside! I'll just fetch some firewood; It will be warm and cozy and bright, You'll sit softly and suffer no cold!

(he opens the door; Solvejg goes inside. He stands still for a moment; then he laughs aloud with joy and leaps into the air). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" My king's child! Now it is found and won! No, now the castle-building shall begin anew!

(he grabs the axe and is about to go back; at the same moment an oldish woman in a torn green skirt emerges from the thicket. An ugly boy with a beer bottle in his hand limps after her, holding on to her skirt). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Good evening, Peer Gynt! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Eh? Who's that? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Old friends, Peer Gynt! My home is nearby. We are neighbors. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Oh? That's more than I know. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" As your hut rose, mine also arose. :::

:::stage (tries to leave) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I'm in a hurry... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Yes, you always are, man; But I'll follow you and you won't get rid of me so easily. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" You're mistaken! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" That I once did; I did that time when you came with promises. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Promises...? What the devil is this talk? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Have you forgotten the evening at father's house? Have you forgotten...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I forgot what I never knew. Where did we last see each other? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Where we saw each other the first time. :::

:::stage (to the boy). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Let father have a drink; I think he's thirsty. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Father? You're drunk! Do you call him...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" You ought to recognize the animal by its hide!... Have you no eyes? You can surely see His leg is as lame as your whole nature. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Are you trying to make me believe...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Are you trying to find excuses? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" That long-legged boy...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" He has grown fast. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Do you dare foist upon me, you ugly witch... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Listen, Peer Gynt, you're as coarse as an ox...! :::

:::stage (weeping). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Can I help it that I'm not so beautiful anymore, As when you lured me over sloping hills? The devil, when I gave birth in autumn, bent My back, and you don't get better from that. But if you want to see me beautiful again as before, Just point that girl, who sits yonder, to the door. Drive her out of your eyes and mind;... Do that, dear friend, then I'll change my looks! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Away from me, evil witch! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" But I'm not going, you hear! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I'll smash your brains in...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Yes, just try if you dare! Hoho, Peer Gynt, no blow can hurt me!... I'll come back every day anyway. I'll look through the door and spy on you together. If you sit with the girl in the twilight,... If you grow tender... Peer Gynt... fancy a bit of love,... I'll sit beside you and demand my share. She and I, we'll have you turn and turn about. Farewell, my lad; have your wedding tomorrow, you hear! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" You hellish nightmare! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" But that's right! The boy, your lame one, you will raise him! Devil's child, do you want to go to your father? :::

:::stage (spits at him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BOY" There! I'll chop you with an axe, you wait; someday! :::

:::stage (kisses the boy) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Oh, what a head on that body! You will make your father proud yet! :::

:::stage (stamping feet) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Oh, were you so far...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" When we are close now? :::

:::stage (shakes fists) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" And all that...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Just for sensual desire! It's a pity for you, Peer! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Most of all for another!... Solvejg! my pearl, so pure, so spotless! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Yes, yes, said the devil, innocence must suffer, When his father was drunk and his mother beat him!

(She goes back into the thicket with the boy, who throws the beer bottle after him). :::

:::stage (after a long silence) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Go around, said the Boyg. Yes, now I must do it... There my royal castle fell in ruins! It raised a wall around her... and I was so close; Suddenly the beauty was gone; my joy withered... Give it up, fellow! There is no way Straight through all that from you to her. Straight through? There must be one to find. There is something about repentance, if I remember rightly. But what? What is it? I no longer have the book, I've forgotten most of it, and here there's no one In the wild forest to guide me... Repentance? Years could pass Before I was through it. Such a life would be dreary. To smash what is gleaming and light and beautiful, And then from the shards to make something new. That works with a fiddle but not with a clock. You must not trample what is still to grow. But that was a lie from that witch's face! Now all that horror is out of my eyes... Yes; out of my eyes, but not out of my head. It will haunt me everywhere. Ingrid! And those three up on the mountain! Must they also join? With screaming and fooling Demand to be embraced, To be carried carefully and tenderly? Go around, Peer; even if your arm were as long As the slenderest fir or a pine trunk,... I believe I still held her too close to me To set her down spotless and unharmed... I must go around it, however it goes, So that it brings me no gain and no loss. You must shake off such things until you forget them... :::

:::stage (takes a few steps toward the hut, but stops again). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" To go in after all this? So filthy and base? To go in with all those ghosts behind me? :::

:::stage (throws the axe away). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" It is the evening before the feast. To touch her now As I am now would be sacrilege. :::

:::stage (at the door) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" Are you coming soon? :::

:::stage (half aloud) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Go around! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" What? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Wait a while. It's dark here, and I still have something heavy to fetch. :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" Wait; I'll help you; we'll carry it together. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" No, better stay there! I'll carry it alone. :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" But don't be too long, say! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Just be patient, my girl! Whether long or short,... just wait. :::

:::stage (nods to him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" I will wait!

(Peer Gynt goes into the forest. Solvejg remains standing in the half-open door).

Aase's room. Evening. A brushwood fire burns in the hearth and lights the room. The cat on a chair at the foot of the bed. Aase lies in bed and restlessly feels the blankets with her hands. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Oh, dear Lord, won't he come? It's taking awfully long. I can't send for him anymore And I have so much to tell him. I don't have much time left! So sudden! Who would have thought! Oh, if I only knew Whether I was too hard on him! :::

:::stage (enters) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Good evening! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" God bless you! There he is! My boy! My Peer! But how dare you venture here? Your life is in danger here! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Oh, what do I care about life. I had to come to you now. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" What will Kari think! Now I can go in peace! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Go? What kind of talk is that? Where do you think you're going? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Oh Peer, it's coming to an end; I don't have much longer! :::

:::stage (wrings his hands and paces back and forth) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" And I who thought to escape the sorrow, And thought I was free here...! Are your hands and feet cold? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Yes, Peer, it will soon be over... If you see my eyes breaking, Oh, close them gently then. And then you must see about a coffin; But, boy, let it be a fine one. Oh no, it's true... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Be quiet, hear! There's time enough for that. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Yes, yes. (looks around restlessly in the room). Here you see the little That's left. That's how people are. :::

:::stage (clenches fists) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Now again! (loudly). I know it's my fault. What good does it do to hear it again? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" You! No, it's that cursed drinking, That's where all the mischief comes from! My boy, you were drunk after all: Then no one knows what they're doing; And then you rode that reindeer; It's clear enough you were crazy! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Don't talk about that anymore. Let the whole thing rest. What is sad we will spare Until later... another day. :::

:::stage (sits on the edge of the bed). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Now, little mother, we'll have a chat, About this and that, And forget the nasty and bitter, And everything that hurts and torments... Oh look, there's the old cat still; So she lasted this long too? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" She's been acting so strangely at night too; You know what that means! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What's the news in the village, tell me? :::

:::stage (smiling) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" They say that somewhere here There's a girl who's gone to the mountains... :::

:::stage (quickly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Mads-Moen, did he get through? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" They say she has no ears For both her parents' grief. You ought to look into it You, Peer, might know what to do... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" And how is smith Aslak? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Oh, don't mention that dirty smith. I'd rather tell you the name Of the girl, you know... of her... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" No, now we'll talk together, Just about this and that, And forget all the nasty and bitter And everything that hurts and torments. Are you thirsty? Shall I get you a drink? Are you lying comfortably? The bed is short. Let me see;... yes, it's true This is the bed where I slept as a boy? Do you remember how often you sat At the foot end in the evening, Tucked me in warm and snug, And sang all sorts of songs? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Of course! And then we played "sledging," When father was out carousing. The quilt was the sledge's fur And the floor a frozen fjord. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, but the very best, Tell me, mother, do you still remember?... That was the wild horses... :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Yes, do you think I don't remember...? We borrowed Kari's cat; It sat on a wooden stool... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" To the castle of the moon in the west, To the eastern castle of the sun, To the Soria-Moria castle then We went with a whoop-hey! across the floor. A stick, found in the cupboard, We used for a whip. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" I sat in front on the driver's seat... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" And then you let the reins go! You looked back, as soon as we rode, And asked me: aren't you cold? God bless you, you old dear,... You were a good soul...! Why are you groaning like that? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" I have such pain in My back, from that hard plank. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Stretch out; I'll support you. There now; isn't that soft? :::

:::stage (restlessly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" No, Peer, I want to go! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Go? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Yes, go; I long for it so. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Nonsense! Stay under the covers. Let me sit at the foot end. There now; we'll shorten the evening With fairy tales and all sorts of games. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Better fetch the Bible from the cupboard: I feel so restless. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" In the castle of Soria-Moria King and prince hold a great feast. Just rest in the warm sledge I'll drive you there across the field... :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" But, dear Peer, am I invited? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, we both are.

(throws a rope around the chair where the cat lies, takes a stick in his hand and sits on the foot end of the bed).

Giddyap! Get going, you Blackie! Tell me, mother, aren't you cold? Yes, yes; because you feel the cutting When Grane starts trotting! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Dear Peer, what is that I hear ringing...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" The bells of the white harness! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Huh! How hollow that sounds, my dear! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" We're riding across a fjord. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" I'm scared! What is that roaring And groaning, so strangely wild? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" It's the tree tops, mother, rustling Of the pine forest. Just sit still. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" What glitters and shines over there? Where does that light come from? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" From the castle. All the windows gleam. Do you hear how they dance? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Yes. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Saint Peter stands outside the door And invites us to enter. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Does he greet us? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" He stands bowing, Pouring the finest wine. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Oh, wine! Does he also have cakes? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, he does! A whole mountain. The provost's wife also comes With coffee and sweets. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" And will we talk to each other then? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" As often and as long as you like. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Oh Peer, what wonderful things You are taking me to, poor soul! :::

:::stage (cracks the whip) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Giddyap! Hurry then, my Blackie! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" Tell me, dear Peer, you drive well, don't you? :::

:::stage (cracks again) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" You can't go astray here. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" That swaying. It makes me so strange and tired. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" There I see the castle rising; Just a moment, and we'll be there. :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE" I'll just close my eyes quietly, Trusting you, my Peer! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Onward then, Grane, my trotter! In the castle there is a great crowd; They push and throng through the gate. Here comes Peer Gynt with old Aase! What do you say to that, Saint Peter? May mother not enter? I think you can search long Before you find such an honest soul; I won't speak of myself; I can turn back if need be. If you wish to pour, I'll accept it gratefully, If not, I'll also leave content. I have made up as many lies As the devil went to preach, And called mother a hen Because she sometimes cackled. But her you must honor and respect And see that she is well; No better will surely come here From anywhere, in this time... Aha! There is God the Father! Saint Peter, now you'll catch it! :::

:::stage (in a deep voice). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" "Stop that nonsense now; Mother Aase has free entry!" :::

:::stage (laughs loudly and turns to his mother). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" As if I didn't know that! Now something else is coming! :::

:::stage (anxiously). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Why do you look as if your eyes are breaking? Tell me, mother! What's the matter now...? :::

:::stage (goes to the head of the bed). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" You mustn't lie there staring...! Speak, mother, it's me, Peer!

(gently touches her forehead and hands; then he throws the rope off the chair and says softly):

There, yes!... You can rest now, Grane; For now the journey is over. :::

:::stage (closes her eyes and bends over her). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Thanks for your whole life, For slaps and tender care... But now you must also thank me... :::

:::stage (presses his cheek against her mouth). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" There; that was your thanks for the ride. :::

:::stage (The neighbor woman enters). :::

:::dialogue speaker="KARI" What? Peer! Well, then we are past Her bitterest sorrow! Dear Lord, how soundly she sleeps now!... Or is she already...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Hush; she is dead.

(Kari weeps by the corpse. Peer Gynt paces slowly around the room; finally he stops by the bed).

Let her be buried with all honor. I must see how I can get away from here. :::

:::dialogue speaker="KARI" Are you going far away? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" To sea. :::

:::dialogue speaker="KARI" So far! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" And further still. :::

:::stage (exits). :::

END OF THE THIRD ACT

:::stage On the southwest coast of Morocco. A palm grove. A laid table, sunshade, and straw mats. Deeper among the trees are hammocks. Out at sea lies a steam yacht with Norwegian and American flags. A rowboat is on the beach. It is towards sunset. :::

:::stage Peer Gynt, a handsome gentleman of middle age in elegant traveling clothes, a gold lorgnette hanging on his chest, presides at the table as host. Mister Cotton, Monsieur Ballon, and Messrs. von Eberkopf and Trumpeterstrale have just finished their meal. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Drink, gentlemen! If man is made To enjoy, then let him do so. And death is death... What may I offer? :::

:::dialogue speaker="TRUMPETERSTRALE" You're a splendid host, brother Gynt! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I share that honor with my money, My cook and steward... :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. COTTON" Very well! I drink to the health of all four! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. BALLON" Monsieur, you have a taste, a tone, Rarely found nowadays In anyone alive and single,... A certain... I don't know what... :::

:::dialogue speaker="V. EBERKOPF" A haze, A sheen of free spiritual development, A possession of world citizenship, A glance through the dense veil of clouds, Unbound by prejudices, Endowed with higher enlightenment, A primal nature that knows life, United at the zenith of the trilogy. Is it not, monsieur, what you meant? :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. BALLON" Yes, that may be; though such things Sound not so pretty in French. :::

:::dialogue speaker="V. EBERKOPF" Oh, away! That language is so stiff... But shall we now seek the ground Of the phenomenon... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" It is found. It comes from my not being married. Yes, gentlemen, that's as clear As water. What must a man be? Himself: I answer in short. He must look after himself and his own. But can he do that if he's a pack camel For the weal and woe of others, sometimes? :::

:::dialogue speaker="V. EBERKOPF" But that living for and in oneself, I suspect, must have cost you struggle... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Oh, certainly, yes; in earlier days; But I always came off with honor. Once, though, I came close To falling into a tight snare. I was a fine, handsome fellow, And she, the lady, was my choice,... She was of royal blood... :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. BALLON" Oh, royal? :::

:::stage (disdainfully) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Of those families, You know... :::

:::stage (slaps the table) :::

:::dialogue speaker="TRUMPETERSTRALE" Noble rabble! :::

:::stage (shrugs his shoulders) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Fallen magnates, ever seeking Their pride in keeping their lineage Free from stains of plebeian blood. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. COTTON" And so the matter fell through? :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. BALLON" Her parents refused the match? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" On the contrary! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. BALLON" Ah! :::

:::stage (apologetically) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" You understand! There was something that required the marriage To be concluded as quickly as possible. But, I say frankly, the whole affair Went against me from the start. In some things I am rather peculiar, And I prefer to be my own master. And when my father-in-law then came With the demand, though veiled, That I should change my station and name, Be raised into the nobility, With much else that was unacceptable, Not to say highly indelicate... Then I withdrew decently. I refused his ultimatum,... Renounced my young bride. :::

:::stage (drumming on the table, seemingly absorbed) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, yes; there is indeed a Fate In which a man can trust; And knowing that is a comfort. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. BALLON" And thus the matter ended? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" No, I had something else to deal with; For unauthorized persons meddled With loud cries in the affair; Worst of all, the younger members of the family. With seven I fought a duel. That was a time I'll never forget, Though I came off quite lucky. It cost blood; but all that blood Much increased my value, And emphatically points to the fact, As I said, of a guiding Fate. :::

:::dialogue speaker="V. EBERKOPF" You have a view of the course of life That raises you to a thinker. While another thinks he sees Separate scattered images, And can never find a solution, You know how to combine it all. With one measure you measure all things. You sharpen a point on all your words, Which then, like rays, emanate From the light of one philosophy... And you were never a student? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I am, as I said, Simply an autodidact. Methodically I have learned nothing; But thought and pondered much, And read much about everything. I began late in life; Then it falls a bit hard sometimes, But by reading, page by page, And taking in ripe and green. History I took in pieces, For I never had time for more. And since in evil times one must Have something for firm support, I took religion in gulps. That goes down easier. One must not read too greedily, But only see what may be useful... :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. COTTON" That's practical! :::

:::stage (lights a cigar) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Dear friends, Consider my life's course. How did I come to the West! A poor fellow, with empty hands! I had to toil hard for my bread; Believe me, it was often hard. But life, friends, is worth much; And, as they say, death is bitter. Well! Fortune, you see, was kind to me; And old Fate not envious. It went. And since I was also strong, It went steadily better, better. Ten years later I was called The Croesus among Charlestown's shipowners. Now my name flew from town to town; Luck was now on board with me... :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. COTTON" In what did you deal? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Mostly in negroes, To our Union State of Carolina; And idol statues also, to China. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. BALLON" Fi donc! :::

:::dialogue speaker="TRUMPETERSTRALE" Potztausend, Uncle Gynt. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" You may perhaps find the business inconsistent With what is permissible... or not? I myself sometimes felt that vividly, And often found it odious. But, once begun... as things go,... It is hard to let it go again. And at any rate it's not so easy In such a large enterprise, With thousands of others involved, To break abruptly with such a business. I have a dislike for "abrupt breaking"; But admit on the other hand that I have always taken account Of what is called the consequences; And that crossing boundaries Was always unpleasant to me. Also, I was getting older; I began to approach fifty,... Got gradually graying hair; And though my prosperity still increased, The thought became painful to me: Who knows how soon the hour strikes When the judgment intervenes decisively, Separating the goats from the sheep. What to do? To stop the trade With China was impossible. Yet I found a way out. I began with Something else in the same place. In spring I exported gods, In autumn I cleaned out priests; Supplied them well with all necessities, Like stockings, Bibles, rum, and rice... :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. COTTON" And at a profit? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Naturally, yes. It went. They worked tirelessly, and For every god I sold, A Chinese was converted, baptized. Thus it worked neutralizing. The field of mission never lay fallow, For every god I peddled, A priest kept under control. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. COTTON" Yes, but the African goods? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" There my morality also triumphed. I saw that it was no suitable business For someone of my age. One never knows when it will end. And then the snares set for us By the whole philanthropic host, Not to mention the pirates, And risk of wind and weather. All together gave the decisive turn. I thought: Come, Peter, reef the sails; And see what you can still make good. So I bought some land in the South, Kept the last meat import, Which was prime quality too. They thrived, grew round and fat, A joy for them and me. Yes, I dare say, without boasting, That I was like a father to them,... Which also yielded good interest. I built schools, that decently Virtue might constantly remain At a certain general level, And strictly saw to it that her thermometer Never sank below the mark. Now, however, I have also Withdrawn entirely from that;... I sold the plantation with the whole Bother, skin and hair. At parting I gave them all, Big and small, free grog. Then the whole lot got a good drunk, The widows also got snuff. So I hope, insofar That word is not an empty phrase: He who does no harm, does good,... Thus my earlier debt is paid; And more than many can I support My sins with many good works. :::

:::stage (clinks glasses with him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="V. EBERKOPF" How edifying it is to hear A theory made into deed, Divested of mists and night, Despite all outward happenings!

PEER GYNT (who during the foregoing has been diligently helping himself from the various bottles).

We folk from the North, we understand How to get through! The secret of it, Through life, is simply: Keep your ears always tightly shut, So no adder may creep in. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. COTTON" What kind of adder, dear friend? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" A little one, but strongly enticing To the once-and-for-all decisive. (drinks again.) The whole art of daring something, Having the courage of one's deed,... Is that: to stand before free choice On life's thousand winding paths... To know for certain that all days Are not finished with one day of struggle,... To know that there stands open A bridge that can lead you back. That theory has always upheld me; It has colored my life's course. And that principle is an heirloom From my ancestral family. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. BALLON" You are a Norwegian? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" A born Norwegian; But a world citizen at heart. What share of luck I got I owe mostly to America. My well-stocked bookshelves To Germany's younger scholars. From France I got, besides vests, Manners and my little wit,... From England I learned to do business With a sharp eye for my own advantage. The Jews taught me to wait. Some sense for dolce far niente I got from Italy... And once, when hard pressed, I defended myself, saved my life, By means of Swedish steel. :::

:::stage (raises his glass) :::

:::dialogue speaker="TRUMPETERSTRALE" Yes, Swedish steel...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="V. EBERKOPF" Him who used it, Let us first of all pay homage! :::

:::stage (They clink glasses and drink with him. His head begins to grow hot). :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. COTTON" All this is very fine and good;... But, Sir, now I would very much like to know What you want to do with all your money? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Hm; how so, do? :::

:::stage (they move closer) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ALL FOUR" Yes, let's hear. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Well, first I want to travel a bit more. See, that's why I took you on board, As traveling companions, in Gibraltar. I longed for a circle of friends To dance around my golden calf. :::

:::dialogue speaker="V. EBERKOPF" Very witty! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. COTTON" But no one hoists His sail solely to sail. You have a goal, that is certain, And the goal is...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I want to be emperor. :::

:::dialogue speaker="ALL FOUR" What?! :::

:::stage (nods) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Emperor! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE GENTLEMEN" Where? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Over the whole world! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. BALLON" How so, my friend...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Well, with my money! The plan is not at all new; It was the soul of all my ventures. As a boy I rode in my dreams Far on the clouds over the sea, Rose up with sword and long mantle... And came tumbling straight down. But the goal remained fixed in me. It is written or said Somewhere, I don't remember where, That if a man gains the whole world And yet loses himself, such a man Gains nothing but a crown of thorns. That's what it says... or something like it; And in that word lies much truth. :::

:::dialogue speaker="V. EBERKOPF" But what then is the Gyntian Self? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" The world here, behind my forehead, That makes me no one but myself, If God is God, and not the devil. :::

:::dialogue speaker="TRUMPETERSTRALE" Yes, now I understand the meaning! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. BALLON" Sublime as a thinker! :::

:::dialogue speaker="V. EBERKOPF" Lofty as a poet! :::

:::stage (in rising excitement) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" The Gyntian Self... that is the host Of wishes, lusts, and desires,... The Gyntian Self, that is the sea Of demands, fancies, longings, Of everything that makes my breast swell, And makes me live as Gynt. But just as God needs the earth To exist as the world's God, So I need money To be a true emperor. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. BALLON" But money, you have! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Not enough. Yes, possibly for a day or four, five, As emperor à la Lippe-Detmold. But I want to be myself en bloc, Want to be Gynt wherever I go, Sir Gynt, I say, from head to toe! :::

:::stage (carried away) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. BALLON" To possess the world's greatest beauty! :::

:::dialogue speaker="V. EBERKOPF" The oldest brand of Johannisberger! :::

:::dialogue speaker="TRUMPETERSTRALE" All of King Charles's swords! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. COTTON" But first a favorable investment That yields well... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" That is already found; And that's why I let the anchor drop here. Tonight we go northward. Newspapers I got on board Report an important piece of news...! :::

:::stage (stands up with raised glass) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" It's as if luck cannot stop Helping him who has "pluck" himself... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE GENTLEMEN" Well? Tell us... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Hellas is in revolt. :::

:::stage (springing up) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ALL FOUR" What! The Greeks...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Have risen. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FOUR" Hurrah! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" The Turk is in a tight spot! (finishes his glass). :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. BALLON" To Hellas! Up! For glory and honor! I'll help with my French sword! :::

:::dialogue speaker="V. EBERKOPF" I with proclamations... from afar! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. COTTON" I as well... with supplies! :::

:::dialogue speaker="TRUMPETERSTRALE" From Bender I'll fetch back the spurs Lost there by King Charles! :::

:::stage (embraces Peer Gynt) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. BALLON" Forgive me that I, for a moment, Misjudged you! :::

:::stage (shakes his hands) :::

:::dialogue speaker="V. EBERKOPF" I stupid duck Almost took you for a scoundrel. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. COTTON" That's too strong; well, for a fool... :::

:::stage (wants to kiss him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="TRUMPETERSTRALE" I, Uncle Gynt, for a specimen Of the worst Yankee rabble...! Forgive me...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="V. EBERKOPF" We all erred... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What is all this? :::

:::dialogue speaker="V. EBERKOPF" United we see Now brilliantly the whole Gyntian host Of wishes, lusts, and desires...! :::

:::stage (admiringly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. BALLON" Thus Monsieur Gynt reveals himself! :::

:::stage (also) :::

:::dialogue speaker="V. EBERKOPF" That's what I call being Gynt with honor! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" But tell me...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. BALLON" Don't you understand? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I'll be hanged if I do! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. BALLON" Comment donc? Are you not setting course For Greece with ship and money? :::

:::stage (whistles mockingly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" No, thank you! I support the stronger And lend the Turk my silver. :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. BALLON" Impossible! :::

:::dialogue speaker="V. EBERKOPF" Well, witty irony!

PEER GYNT (is silent for a moment, leans on a chair and assumes a dignified air).

Hear now, gentlemen, it seems best to me To part, before the last remnant Of friendship goes up entirely in smoke. He who owns nothing can easily risk something. He who controls nothing of the world But the strip of ground he shades, Is made for cannon fodder. But if one has his sheep safe on dry land As I do, then the stakes are higher. Go to Hellas! I will send, free of charge, All of you there, armed. The more you encourage the fight, The better I can draw the bow. So up for freedom and for right! Storm forward! Give the Turks hell! And then end your careers with honor On pointed Janissary lances... But excuse me. (taps his pocket). I have money And am myself, Sir Peter Gynt.

(He opens his sunshade and goes towards the grove where the hammocks hang). :::

:::dialogue speaker="TRUMPETERSTRALE" What a swine! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. BALLON" Feels nothing for honor! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. COTTON" Oh, honor, well, that doesn't say much; But think what a chance for us If the revolt succeeds and the country becomes free... :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. BALLON" I already saw myself as a conqueror! Surrounded by beautiful Greek women! :::

:::dialogue speaker="TRUMPETERSTRALE" I already saw in my Swedish hands The hero's spurs once lost! :::

:::dialogue speaker="V. EBERKOPF" I saw the civilization of the whole land Proceeding from my fatherland... :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. COTTON" The worst is the material loss. God damn! I could weep! I already saw myself as possessor of Olympus. If what is said is true, There must be copper mines there, Which could be exploited. And besides that, the river Castaly, Of which so much has been told, With falls, which are estimated, At more than a thousand horsepower...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="TRUMPETERSTRALE" Yet I want to go. My Swedish sword Is worth more than Yankee dollars! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. COTTON" Perhaps; but once in the thick of things We soon drown in the crowd; And where then is the chance for profit? :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. BALLON" Damn! So close to one's luck being so near...! And suddenly to see it sink away! :::

:::stage (with clenched fists towards the yacht) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. COTTON" Yonder in that black chest lies Turned into gold the negro blood!... :::

:::dialogue speaker="V. EBERKOPF" A royal idea! Come! His empire is gone to the devil! Forward! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. BALLON" What do you mean? :::

:::dialogue speaker="V. EBERKOPF" I want power! The crew is easy to bribe. On board! I annex the yacht! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. COTTON" You... what...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="V. EBERKOPF" I grab what I can get. :::

:::stage (runs towards the rowboat) :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. COTTON" My own welfare absolutely demands That I also grab something. (follows him). :::

:::dialogue speaker="TRUMPETERSTRALE" What a scoundrel! :::

:::dialogue speaker="MR. BALLON" A villainous deed!... But... after all! :::

:::stage (follows the others) :::

:::dialogue speaker="TRUMPETERSTRALE" Then I must also go along in the boat;... But under violent protest...! :::

:::stage (follows him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="TRUMPETERSTRALE" Another spot on the coast. Moonlight and drifting clouds. The yacht far out at sea under full steam.

Peer Gynt runs along the shore. Then he pinches his arm, then again stands staring out to sea. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Nightmare!... Dream!... Soon I'll wake! The yacht is putting out to sea! And at breakneck speed! It's imagination! I'm asleep! I'm drunk and mad! :::

:::stage (wrings his hands) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yet it's impossible that I should die! :::

:::stage (tugs at his hair) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" A dream! I will it... It must be a dream! Terrible! Oh no, it's truth, alas! Such villainous friends...! Hear me, O Lord! You are wise and just...! Oh, punish...! :::

:::stage (with raised arms) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" It is I, Peer Gynt! Dear Lord, oh, do look! Have mercy on me, or I must perish! Let them reverse engines! Have them lower the boat! Stop the thieves! Jam the rigging somehow! Hear me! Set other matters aside! The world can manage itself, in the meantime... Oh heavens, he does not hear! He is deaf as usual! That's a fine thing! A God who knows no remedy! :::

:::stage (waves upward) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Psst! I'm done with that negro plantation! I sent missionaries to Asia! One good turn deserves another! Oh, help me on board...!

(A flash of fire shoots up from the yacht and a thick cloud of smoke rises; a dull explosion is heard; Peer Gynt gives a scream and sinks down in the sand; gradually the smoke clears; the ship has disappeared). :::

:::stage (pale and softly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" That was the punishing sword! Sunken instantly with man and mouse! Oh, blessed be chance and my luck... (moved). Chance? Oh, no, it was more than that. Me He had to save; they had to perish. Oh, praise and thanks that You preserved me, Kept an eye on me, despite all my faults... :::

:::stage (takes a deep breath) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What a wonderful calm and comfort It is to feel oneself so specially protected. But here in the desert! Where will I find food? Oh, I'll find something. That is His affair now. It's not so dangerous;... (loudly and coaxingly). He will not want That I, a poor little sparrow, should perish? But be humble in spirit. And give Him time. Let the Lord provide. Don't lose heart... :::

:::stage (suddenly starts up) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Was that a lion, grumbling in the reeds...? :::

:::stage (chattering his teeth) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" No, it was no lion. (bracing himself). A lion, well, why not! Those beasts, they keep their distance, It's not a thing to start with who is boss. They have instinct;... they feel, that's certain, That it's dangerous to play with elephants... But still... I'll go and find a tree. Yonder acacias and palms are waving. If I can climb into one, I'll be safe and calm;... Especially if I also knew a couple of psalms... :::

:::stage (climbs up) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Morning is not like evening; That word has often been weighed and considered. :::

:::stage (sits down comfortably) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" How glorious to feel one's spirit so enlightened. To think nobly is more than to be rich. But trust in Him. He knows well how much As a cup of suffering, I, for my part, can bear. He feels fatherly also towards my person...

(casts a glance at the sea and whispers with a sigh):

But economical,... no, that He is not!

Night. A Moroccan camp on the edge of the desert. Watchfires and resting soldiers. :::

:::stage (enters, tearing his hair) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A SLAVE" The Emperor's white horse has disappeared! :::

:::stage (enters, rending his clothes) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A SECOND SLAVE" The Emperor's sacred robe has been stolen! :::

:::stage (enters) :::

:::dialogue speaker="OVERSEER" A hundred strokes on the soles of the feet For him who cannot catch the thief! :::

:::stage (The soldiers mount their horses and gallop off in all directions). :::

:::dialogue speaker="OVERSEER" Daybreak. A grove of palms and acacias.

PEER GYNT (in a tree with a broken branch in his hand, keeps a troop of monkeys at bay).

Fatal! A most wretched night! (strikes out). Now they are throwing fruit. No, that's something else. Apes are nasty animals, after all! It is written: you shall watch and fight; But I truly cannot; I am stiff and tired. :::

:::stage (is teased again; impatiently) :::

:::dialogue speaker="OVERSEER" I must put an end to this torment! I must catch one of these fellows, Hang and skin him, and with his hide I'll cover myself, as best I can; Then the others will take me for a real... What are we humans? Nothing but a breath. And one must adapt somewhat to local custom... Another troop! They crawl and swarm... Shoo! Scat! They act as if they were mad. If only I had a stray tail!... Something to make me look a bit like an animal... What's that? Now they're perching above my head...! :::

:::stage (looks up) :::

:::dialogue speaker="OVERSEER" That old one,... his fists full of dirt or filth...!

(cringes in fear and is still for a while. The monkey makes a movement; Peer Gynt begins to coax and speak sweetly as to a dog).

There,... are you there, you old Sim! He's good, yes, isn't he! He wants to be petted! He won't throw;... he wouldn't think of it... Knows me well! Peep-peep! We are good friends! Ow-ow! Do you hear that I can speak your language? Sim and I, we are related, aren't we? Tomorrow Sim gets something nice, you hear...! You beast! All the load over me! Ugh! What filth!..! Or was it perhaps food? From the taste it was not recognizable; But as for taste, habit does most; Who was it again, the thinker who once said: One spits and must hope that one gets used to it...? There come the young ones too! (fights and strikes). It's really too absurd, That man, who is called lord of creation, Should be forced to...! Police! Police! The old one was mean, but the young ones are worse!

Early morning. A rocky area with a view of the desert. On one side a mountain gorge and a cave. A thief and a receiver in the gorge with the emperor's horse and robe. The horse, richly caparisoned, is tied to a stone. Riders in the distance. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIEF" Gleaming, flashing Points of lances,... Look! Look! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE RECEIVER" I feel my head Already rolling in the sand. Woe! Woe! :::

:::stage (folds his arms across his chest) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIEF" My father was a thief; His son must steal. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE RECEIVER" My father was a receiver; His son must receive. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIEF" Your fate you must bear; Yourself you must be. :::

:::stage (listening) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE RECEIVER" Footsteps in the woods! Quick, away! But where? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIEF" Deep is the cave, And great the Prophet!

(They flee, abandoning their loot. The riders disappear into the distance). :::

:::stage (enters, cutting a reed whistle) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What a delightful morning!... The dung beetle rolls his balls of dung, The snail crawls out of its shell. Yes, the morning hour has gold in its mouth. It is indeed a remarkable power, Which nature has placed in the daylight. One feels so calm, feels one's courage grow. I would even dare, if need be, to take on an ox... What stillness all around! Yes, rural joys... Incomprehensible that I once despised them; That one shuts oneself up in great buildings, To let all sorts of people into one's house... Oh, look, how busy the little lizard is, Biting and thinking of nothing at all! What innocence in the life of such a creature. Each follows its Creator's command in obedience, Preserves inalienably its own peculiarity, Is itself, itself in play and strife, Itself, as it became when first it came to be. :::

:::stage (puts on his lorgnette) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" A toad. In the middle of a sandstone block. Petrification around. Only the head sticks out. There it sits, peering as through a window, At the world, and is itself... enough... (reflects). Enough? Itself...? Where did that come from? I read it as a boy in a religious book. Was it in the Bible? Or in Solomon's proverbs? Sad; I notice that year by year My memory fails me for time and place. :::

:::stage (sits down in the shade) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Here it is nice and cool to rest... now a little breather. Look, here ferns grow. Edible roots. (tastes one). It is food more fit for the unreasoning beast;... But it is written: force your nature! And further it says: pride must be humbled. And he who humbles himself shall be exalted. (uneasily). Exalted? Yes, certainly, that will happen to me;... Something else is impossible to imagine. Fate will help me get out of here, Will arrange it so that I rise higher. This is a trial; later comes deliverance,... If only the Lord lets me stay healthy.

(shakes off these thoughts, lights a cigarette, stretches out, and stares over the desert plain).

What an immeasurable, boundless plain. Far in the distance a ostrich walks... What could have been God's purpose In creating all that empty and dead, Which lacks all sources of life; That scorched land, benefiting no one; That piece of the world lying fallow; That corpse, which never since the hour of creation, Has given its Creator so much as thanks! What is it for?... Nature is wasteful... Is that the sea, in the east, that flat, Gleaming there? No, it's just an illusion, The sea is in the west; behind, and higher, Dammed by a sloping chain of hills. :::

:::stage (a thought crosses his mind) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Dammed? Then I could…! The hills are narrow; Dammed? A breakthrough, a canal,… Like a stream of life the water would rush Through the gorge and fill the entire desert! Soon that whole glowing grave Would become a fresh, billowing sea. The oases would become islands, Green the Atlas would rise as the northern border; Sailboats would, like birds, cleave The path, until now destined for caravans. Fresh air would drive away the hot Vapors,… dew would drip from clouds; City after city the people would build, And grass would grow around waving palms. In the south, behind Sahara's wall, the land would become A coastal land with new, rejuvenated culture. Steam would drive Timbuktu's factories; Bornu would soon be colonized; Safe through Habesh the explorer would ride In his wagon to the Upper Nile. In the middle of the sea, on a fertile oasis, I will transplant the Norse race; My valley folk's blood is almost royal; Crossing with the Arab will do the rest. Around a bend, on a rising coast, I will found the capital, Peeropolis. The world is decrepit! Now comes the turn Of Gyntiana, my young land! :::

:::stage (jumps up) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" If only capital, then it's done… A golden key for the gate of the sea! A crusade against the dead! Come! Open the bags O miser, anxiously guarded by you. People glow for freedom in all lands;… Like Noah's donkey I will over the world Send out a cry, bring the baptism of liberation To the glorious, sultry, burgeoning shores. I must move on! Capital from the East or the West! My kingdom,… half in the East or the West! My kingdom,… my half kingdom for a horse! :::

:::stage (the horse neighs in the rock cleft). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" A horse! And clothes…! Jewels,… and weapons! :::

:::stage (comes closer). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Impossible! Yes, really…! I once read Somewhere, that will can move mountains;… But that it can also move a horse…! Nonsense! It's my fate, that a horse stands here… "Ab esse ad posse" and whatever else follows… :::

:::stage (puts on the clothes over his own and examines himself). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Sir Peter,… a Turk from top to toe! A man never knows what might happen… Hurry, Grane, my proud steed! :::

:::stage (mounts the horse). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Golden slippers to support my feet! By the harness one knows the great lords! :::

:::stage (he gallops into the desert). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Tent of an Arab chief, standing alone in an oasis. Peer Gynt in his Turkish dress, resting on cushions. He drinks coffee and smokes a long pipe. Anitra and a group of girls dance and sing for him. :::

:::dialogue speaker="CHORUS OF GIRLS" The Prophet has come! The Prophet, the lord, the all-knowing! To us, to us he has come, Riding over the sandy desert! The Prophet, the lord, the never-mistaken. To us, to us he has come, Sailing through the sandy desert! Sound flutes and drums, The Prophet, the Prophet has come! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" His steed is white as the milk stream That flows through Paradise. Kneel! Bow your heads in humility! His eyes are stars, shining and glad. But no creature can bear The brilliant glow of those stars' rays! Through the sand sea he came. Gold and pearls sprang from his chest. Where he rode, it became light. Behind him it grew dark. Behind him raged the Samum,… became aridity. He, the glorious one, came! Through the sand sea he came, Adorned like a son of earth, Kaaba, Kaaba, stands empty;… He himself has proclaimed it! :::

:::dialogue speaker="CHORUS OF GIRLS" Sound flutes and drums, The Prophet, the Prophet has come; :::

:::stage (The girls dance to muted music). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I once read printed… and the word is true… "No one is a prophet in his own country."… This life here pleases me much better Than that back there, among Charleston's shipowners. There was something hollow in that whole business, Something strange, impure, that always remained;… I never felt quite at ease, And never so entirely a man of the trade. What did I actually do there, I ask myself? Always turning in business like a mill horse; When I think of it, I can't understand it;… It came about; that's the whole thing… To be oneself, based on gold, Is like building one's house on sand. For rings and chains and the rest, People wag their tails and crawl in the mud; They take off their hats for a tie pin with a crown, But a ring or pin is not the person… Prophet;… look, that's a pure position. Then one knows on what footing one stands. If it goes up, then it's oneself who receives The homage, and not his pound sterling or shilling. One is what one is, simply; No accident or chance one is indebted to, One doesn't rely on patent or permit either… Prophet;… yes, that's just the thing for me. And I became it so extremely unexpectedly,… Solely because I rode through the desert, And met these children of nature on my path. The Prophet had come; that was it. It was truly not my plan to deceive; To answer prophetically is also not lying, And I can always withdraw. I am not bound; that's out of the question;… The whole is more a personal matter; I can go as I came; my horse stands ready. In short, I am master of the situation. :::

:::stage (approaches the entrance of the tent) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" Prophet and ruler! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What does my slave desire? :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" Waiting outside your tent are the sons of the plain; They ask to be allowed to see your face… :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Stop! Tell them to be off quickly: Tell them I can hear their prayers from afar. Add that I want no menfolk here! Men, my child, are wretched folk, Real scoundrels, as they call it! Anitra, you can't understand, my child, How base… I mean, how sinful they are!… Well, enough. Dance for me, children! The Prophet wants to forget sad thoughts. :::

:::stage (dancing) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE GIRLS" The Prophet is good; the Prophet is sad Over the evil done by the sons of dust! The Prophet is mild; let his mildness be praised; He opens his Paradise for sinners! :::

:::stage (while following Anitra with his eyes during the dance) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Her legs are as quick as drumsticks. By Jove! She's a tasty little thing, truly. She has somewhat extravagant forms,… Not entirely in accordance with the demands of beauty; But what is beauty? Convention alone,… A coin, only current according to place or time. And it's precisely that extravagance that is attractive When you know the normal through and through. The average rarely induces a frenzy. Either excessively full, or excessively thin, Or frighteningly young, or repulsively old;… I loathe the average… Her feet… well, they're not particularly clean; Nor her arms, that's true, especially one. But that doesn't make her any the less, really; I would rather say it's part of it… Anitra, listen! :::

:::stage (comes closer) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" Your slave has heard! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" You are charming, child! The Prophet is moved. If you don't believe me, then hear the proof: I'll make you a Houri in Paradise! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" That cannot be, lord! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What? Do you think it's a jest? It's deadly serious, as surely as I live, hear. :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" But I have no soul. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" You will get one! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" How then, O lord? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Leave that to me;… I will take your education in hand. No soul! Yes, certainly, you are very stupid, As they call it. I have experienced that with sorrow. But still, for a soul you have room enough. Come here! Let me measure your skull… There is room; there is room; yes, I thought so too. It's true,… you will probably never learn to think very deeply; And you won't get a very big soul either;… But oh, that doesn't really matter;… You will get enough so that you needn't be ashamed… :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" The Prophet is good… :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" You hesitate? Speak! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" But I would rather have… :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Say it without delay! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" I don't care so much for a soul;… give me instead… If I may say so… :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What? :::

:::stage (points to his turban) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" That beautiful opal! :::

:::stage (delighted, while handing her the jewel) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Anitra! Eve's artless daughter! Magnetically you attract me; I am a man, And, as a highly renowned writer says: "Das ewig weibliche zieht uns an!"

Moonlit night. Palm grove in front of Anitra's tent. Peer Gynt with an Arabian lute in his hand sits under a tree. His hair and beard are cut; he looks considerably younger. :::

:::stage (plays and sings) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I have locked my Paradise And took the key away; The northern breeze drove my ship on, And fair women on the strand Bewailed their loss. Southward through the salt wet Of the waves, the fleeing ship was chased. Where palms wave fair and proud, Encircling a mild, blue bay, I set my ship on fire. Then I mounted a sand-sea ship… That ship had four legs; It foamed under spur and whip… I am a bird, catch me if you can,… Sitting chirping on a branch. Anitra, you are sweet palm wine, That I can now testify! Yes, even Angora goat cheese Is only half as tasty as You, Anitra, darling! :::

:::stage (hangs the lute over his shoulder and comes closer). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Silence! Is my sweetheart listening? Did she hear my song? Is she peeping behind the curtains, Not draped in veils?… Hush! It sounded as if with force there A cork popped from a bottle. Now again! And once more! Sighs of love? No, song;… No, it's audible snoring. Sweet sound! Anitra slumbers! Nightingale, stop your singing! Or it will go badly for you, If you still dare with your piping… Yet, be it so, says the book. The nightingale is a singer, Ah, I am the same. He, like me, catches with his tones Tender hearts, soft and young. Sultry night and sweet song Are dear and favorable to both of us; When we sing, we are both We, Peer Gynt and the nightingale. And that she sleeps, my darling, Carries my love-drunkness to its peak;… With the lips to the cup Without tasting it…! But there she is, in truth! Better anyway that she came. :::

:::stage (from the tent) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" Did my lord call me in the night? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" The Prophet, yes, has called. I was woken just now by cats That were having a wild hunting chase… :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" Ah, that was no hunting chase, lord, It was something quite different. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What then? :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" Oh, forgive me! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Speak! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" Oh, I must blush… :::

:::stage (closer) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Was it perhaps What so completely filled me, When I gave you my opal? :::

:::stage (frightened) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" Mention you, O worldly treasure, In the same breath as a cat! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Child, in the matter of love, sometimes A tomcat and a Prophet Stand almost on the same footing. :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" Lord, your jesting flows like honey From your lips. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Dear child, You, like other girls, never see Great men as they are. I like to jest, you should know, Especially with you two. I am obliged by my position To a false appearance of seriousness; Duties make me constrained, All those cares, that fuss, That I have with everyone, Often makes my life burdensome: But that's only on the surface… Away with it! In tête-à-tête I am Peer,… yes, that's what I am. Hup, we chase the prophet away, And here I am myself now, Peer! :::

:::stage (sits down under a tree and draws her to him). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Come, Anitra, let us rest Under green palm fans! I will whisper, you must laugh; Later we change the roles; And while I listen laughing You whisper words of love! :::

:::stage (lies down at his feet) :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" Sweet as song your words sound, Though I don't understand much at all. Tell me, lord, can your daughter Get a soul by listening? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" A soul and knowledge, the light of the spirit, You will get later. When the East, red-gold-glowing, Announces: now a new day breaks, I will give you, my darling, lessons; Oh, you will learn everything, But in the quiet hours of night It would be foolish if I wanted To behave like a pedant With musty, worn-out learning. Actually, the soul is not After all, so much the main thing. It is the heart that matters most. :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" Speak, O lord! When I hear you speak I see a glow like opals! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Too sharp a wit is folly; The bud of cowardice blossoming is evil; Exaggerated truth is Toothless wisdom's talk; Yes, my child,… it's no lie, There are people in the world With an overburdened soul, Who with difficulty reach clarity. I knew one such, A pearl from the whole bunch; And even he missed the mark In the throng of busy life. Do you see the sand around the oasis? If I but wave my turban, I could fill the world sea With its waters, the whole plain. But I would be a fool If I now created sea and lands. Do you know what it is to live? :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" Teach me! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" It is to float Dry-foot with the stream of time, Wholly and solely as oneself. Only as a man of power can I be He who I am, my little dear! An old falcon loses his feathers, An old ram gets weak legs. An old woman loses her teeth, An old man gets withered hands,… Everyone a withered soul. To be young! To be young! I want to rule As a sultan, ardent, real,… Not on Gyntiana's shores, Under leaf-wreathed palms,… But founded on the freshness Of maidenly thoughts… Do you see now, my dear child, Why I have chosen you And so stirred your heart? Why I, so to speak, Founded my caliphate there? Your longing must go to me. I want omnipotence in my state! You must be mine alone. I want to be the one who holds you captive, Like gold and precious stones. If we part, life is nothing,… At least, that is to say: yours! Your whole being, all the empty spaces, Without willing yes or no, I want to know full of me. The night-darkness of your locks, And all your charms Must… Babylon's gardens… Beckon me to sultan's feasts. Therefore it's not so bad either That your little head remains empty. With a soul, self-contemplation becomes A very first duty. Wait,… I just got an idea: I will give you, if you want, A nice ring for your ankle;… That's best for both; You get me as a soul, and besides Everything remains… status quo. :::

:::stage (Anitra snores). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What? She sleeps! So everything slid Past her, what I have said?… No; that just characterizes my power, For rocked by words of love She floats away in sweet dreams. :::

:::stage (stands up and places jewelry in her lap). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Here are rings! Here more! Sleep, Anitra! Dream of Peer! Sleep! And on your imperial forehead Sleeping you pressed the crown! Peer won, merely by his being, An empire in this night!

Caravan route. The oasis far away in the background. Peer Gynt on his white horse, races through the desert. He has Anitra in front of him on the saddle. :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" Stop! I'll bite…! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" You little rogue! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" What do you want? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What? Play dove and hawk! I'm running away with you! I'm up to mad pranks! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" Shame on you! An old Prophet…! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Nonsense! The Prophet is not old yet, little goose! Do you think this indicates old age, eh? :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" Let go! I want to go home! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Now you're being coquettish! Home! To father-in-law! He's good! We wild birds, having escaped the cage, We will never come before his eyes again. And besides, my child, in the same place One must never stay too long; One loses in esteem, the better one is known;… Especially if one comes as a Prophet or something. One must pass fleetingly, like a "bon mot." It was really high time the visit ended. These desert sons are fickle souls, In the end prayers and incense were already lacking. :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" But you are a Prophet? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I am your emperor! :::

:::stage (wants to kiss her). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Look, how the little minx bites back! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" Give me the ring you wear on your finger. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Take, dear Anitra, the whole lot! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" Sweet song are your words! Lovely sounding! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Blessed is he who is so loved as I! I'll dismount! I'll lead the horse as your slave. :::

:::stage (hands her the whip and dismounts). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" There, my little rose, my glorious flower; Here I will walk in sand and wind, Until a sunstroke hits me and I can go no further. I am young, Anitra, keep that in mind! Don't take my antics too seriously. Playing pranks is a sign of youth! So if your little head were a bit clearer, Then you would understand, my lovely jewel, Your sweetheart plays pranks… ergo he is young! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" Yes, you are young. Do you have more rings? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, don't I? There; take! I can leap like a buck! If there were vine leaves nearby, I would wreathe myself. Yes, truly I am young! Hopsa! I'll dance! :::

:::stage (dances and sings). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I am a happy little rooster! Peck me, my dear little hen! Hei! Hop! Let me skip;… I am a happy little rooster! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" You're sweating, Prophet; I fear you'll melt;… Give me that heavy thing that dangles from your belt. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Tender concern! Keep the purse for good;… Without gold, loving hearts are content! :::

:::stage (dances and sings again). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Young Peer Gynt is a madman; He doesn't know which foot to stand on. Pah, said Peer;… let it be! Young Peer Gynt is a madman! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" It's delightful to see the Prophet dance! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Prophet? Nonsense!… Let's change clothes! Come on! Take off! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" Your caftan is too long, Your belt too wide and your stockings too tight… :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Eh bien! (kneels down). But do me a great displeasure, It is sweet to suffer for loving hearts! Hark, when we arrive at my castle,… :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" In your Paradise;… is it still very far? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Oh, some thousand miles…! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" Too far! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" There you will get the soul I first promised you. :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" Many thanks, but I'll manage without a soul. But you asked for displeasure… :::

:::stage (stands up) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, by my soul! Severe, but short,… for a day or two, three! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ANITRA" Anitra follows your command!… Farewell!

(She gives him a sharp blow with the whip over his fingers and gallops back through the desert at full speed). :::

:::stage (stands for a while as if thunderstruck) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Well, now,… have you ever…!

The same place. An hour later.

Peer Gynt, thoughtful and pensive, takes off his Turkish clothes, piece by piece. Last he takes his traveling cap from his jacket pocket, puts it on, and stands again in his European attire. :::

:::stage (throwing the turban far away from him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" There lies the Turk then, and here stand I!… That heathen stuff is no good either. It was lucky that it only stuck in my clothes, And hadn't penetrated deep into my marrow… What did I actually want, I ask myself? A man does best to live as a Christian, To despise the colorful peacock dress, To base his actions on law and morality, To be himself, and finally to get A eulogy at the grave and a wreath on the coffin. :::

:::stage (takes a few steps). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" That little wench,… it was so close, truly, I almost lost my reason through her. I'm a fool if I still understand rightly What it was that so confused me. Well, it's over! Had I gone one step further With the joke, I would have become ridiculous. I have failed. Oh well;… but it is a comfort That I failed as a result of my false position. It was not the same person who now fell. It is essentially that: having to live as a prophet, So utterly devoid of the salt of activity, That now avenged itself with nauseating insipidity. A bad business being a prophet! In that profession you have to float in clouds;… Prophetically considered, you're done for As soon as you act soberly and awake. Insofar I have played the role, Precisely by thus worshipping that little goose. But it does not fail to have its effect… :::

:::stage (bursts out laughing). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Oh, when I think of it! Tripping and dancing away my days, Swimming against the stream while twirling and wriggling, Courting with string music, playing and sighing, And ending as a rooster… by letting myself be plucked! Truly, my behavior was prophetically mad… Yes, plucked!… Boys, how plucked I am! Well; I fortunately still kept something in reserve; I still have something in America, and something in my pocket; So I haven't been reduced to beggary yet. And this average is basically the best, Now I am not dependent on coachmen or horses; I have nothing to do with trunks and carts; In short, as they say, I master the situation… Which road should I choose? Many are open to me now; And the choice distinguishes a fool from a wise man. My business life is a finished chapter, My love affair is a discarded coat. I feel no desire at all for the crab's walk:

"Back and forth, it's equally long; Out or in, it's the same path,"… So it says, I think, in a witty work… So something new; an elevating work, A goal that is worth the money and trouble. Describe my life, without concealing anything…? A book, serving as a guide, if necessary as an example…? Or wait…! I have all the time at my disposal… What if I went to study the cravings of earlier times, As a traveling scholar…? Yes, truly; that is just the thing for me! I read chronicles when I was still small, And I later also practiced science… I will follow humanity's ancient path!

I will float on the stream of history like a feather, Relive it all, as in a dream,… See the heroes' struggle for what is great and good,… But only as a spectator, from a safe spot,… See thinkers fall, martyrs perish, See empires founded and empires decay,… See world moments arise from small things… In short, I will skim off the whole history… I must see about getting a Becker, And travel chronologically as far as I can. It's true… I am not strong in history, And I never quite understand how it fits together. But oh! :::

:::stage (silently moved). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Break loose, tear family bonds, Everything that binds to relatives and friends,… Let your money and goods fly into the air, Bid your love happiness good night,… Everything to find the mystery of truth.. :::

:::stage (wipes away a tear). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" That is the mark of a true researcher! I feel so immoderately happy Now I know the riddle of my destiny. Now I just have to fight my way through thick and thin! It is quite forgivable that I hold my head high And feel what I am worth as a man, Peer Gynt, Also called the emperor of life… I want to possess the sum of the past; Never again walk the paths of the living;… The present is not worth a shoe sole; The deeds of men are without marrow or pith: Their spirit has no flight, their actions no strength;… :::

:::stage (shrugs his shoulders). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" And women,… that's but a poor breed!…

Summer day. High up in the North. A hut in the forest in the mountains. Open door with a large wooden lock. A reindeer antler above the door. A flock of goats standing by the wall of the hut.

A middle-aged woman, blond and pretty, sits spinning outside in the sunshine. :::

:::stage (casts a glance at the road below and sings) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Perhaps winter and spring will pass, And summer and autumn with dying leaves… But one day you will come… my love believes! And I will wait… that I have promised. :::

:::stage (calls the goats, spins and sings again). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" God help you, wherever on earth you go, God bless you, when at his feet you stand! Here I will wait from year to year… And if you wait up here, then I will find you there!

In Egypt. Dawn. The Memnon Colossus in the sand. Peer Gynt comes running and looks around for a moment. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Here I could conveniently begin my journey… So now I'm an Egyptian for a change; But an Egyptian, relying on the Gyntian self; Later I think to go to Assyria. To start completely with creation, Would only entail a waste of time;… I'll leave the biblical history out of it, I'll find its trace anyway; And to get to the bottom of things, as they say, Is beyond my plan and my ability. :::

:::stage (sits down on a stone). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Now I'll rest a bit and wait patiently, Until Memnon has sung his morning song. After breakfast I will climb the Pyramid; If I have time, I'll later also go inside. Then overland to the Red Sea; Perhaps I'll find King Potiphar's grave there… Then I'll be an Asian again. In Babylon I'll search For the world-famous hanging gardens, That is, the most important trace of culture. And then with a leap to Troy's wall. From Troy there is a direct connection Over sea, to glorious, ancient Athens;… There I want to closely examine on the spot And ride through the pass that Leonidas defended;… Then I'll familiarize myself with the best philosophers, Find the house where Socrates died as a sacrifice…; No, that's true too,… there's fighting going on now…! Well, then Hellenism will have to wait. :::

:::stage (looks at his watch). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" It's too absurd that I have to wait so long Before the sun rises. My time is short. So ancient Troy;… I came from there… :::

:::stage (stands up and listens). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What is that wonderful rustling and whispering? :::

:::stage (Sunrise). :::

:::stage (sings) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MEMNON COLOSSUS" From divine ashes rise rejuvenated Birds, singing. Zeus, the All-Knowing, Created them as fighters. Wisdom owls, Where do my birds sleep? You must die or guess The sung riddle! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Truly,… didn't it sound as if there came Sound from the colossus! That was ancient music. I heard the voice rising and falling… I will note this. Something for the scholars.

(notes in his pocketbook):

"The colossus sang. I clearly heard the sound, But did not quite understand the words of the song. The whole was naturally an illusion. Nothing else of importance observed today." :::

:::stage (goes on). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Near the village of Giza. The great, rock-hewn sphinx. In the distance the towers and minarets of Cairo.

Peer Gynt enters; he examines the sphinx attentively, first through his lorgnette, then through his cupped hand.

::: :::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Where in the world have I seen before Something that reminds me of this model? For I have seen it somewhere, in North or South. Was it a person? And if so, who? He, Memnon, that occurred to me afterwards, Resembled the old Troll King, As he sat there, stiff and rigid, His seat resting on blunt columns... But here, this ambiguous wonder creature, This hybrid, so strange, of lion and woman... Does this also come from a fairy tale in my head? Or do I remember it from reality? From a fairy tale? Wait, now I remember! It's Böjgen, so true, whom I struck on the head... That is to say, I dreamed... for I was delirious... :::

:::stage (approaches). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" The same eyes; and the same lips;... Not so dull, the eyes, somewhat more polished; But otherwise in the main pretty much the same... So, so, you Böjg; you look like a lion, When one sees you from behind and meets you by day! Can you still guess? I'll try that. Now I'll see if you answer as before! :::

:::stage (shouts at the sphinx). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Say, Böjg, who are you? :::

:::stage (behind the sphinx) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A VOICE" Ah, Sphinx, who are you? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What! The echo answers in German! Remarkable! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE VOICE" Who are you? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" And speaks it excellently at that! That observation is mine and new. :::

:::stage (notes in his pocketbook:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" "Echo in German. Berlin dialect." :::

:::stage (comes out from behind the sphinx) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" A human! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Ah! It was he who spoke. :::

:::stage (notes again:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" "Came to a different conclusion later." :::

:::stage (with various nervous gestures) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" Sir, excuse me...! A vital question...! What brings you here today? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" A visit. I greet a friend from my youth. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" What? The sphinx...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Is an acquaintance from earlier times. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" Amazing... And that after this night! My forehead is pounding! I fear it will burst! Do you know the sphinx? Answer! Speak! Can you tell What it is? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What it is? Yes, I can easily; It is itself. :::

:::stage (springing up) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" Ha, the solution flashed Like a lightning bolt there!... Indeed? Do you know for sure? Itself? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, at least that's what it told me. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" Itself! The hour of revolution approaches! :::

:::stage (takes off his hat). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" Oh, your name, please? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Peer Gynt, with your permission. :::

:::stage (with quiet admiration) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" Peer Gynt! Allegorical! That was to be expected... Peer Gynt! That means: the unknown,... The coming one, whose coming was announced to me... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Oh, really? And have you come to fetch me now...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" Peer Gynt! Profound! Enigmatic! Sharp! Every word is a source of deep wisdom! What are you? :::

:::stage (modestly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I have always tried to be Myself. And otherwise, here is my passport. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" Again that enigmatic word at the bottom! :::

:::stage (grips him by the wrist). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" To Cairo! The emperor of the researchers is found! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Emperor? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" Come! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Am I really known...? :::

:::stage (dragging him along) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" The emperor of the researchers... on the basis of the self!

In Cairo. A large courtyard with high walls, surrounded by buildings. Barred windows; iron cages.

Three attendants in the courtyard. A fourth enters. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE ARRIVING" Schafmann, tell me, where is the director? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AN ATTENDANT" Left very early this morning. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FIRST" I think something awful has happened to him; For last night... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE SECOND" Shh, be quiet; he is at the door!

(Begriffenfeldt leads Peer Gynt in, locks the door, and puts the key in his pocket). :::

:::stage (to himself) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Truly, an extremely gifted man; Almost everything he says is beyond my understanding. :::

:::stage (looks around). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" So this is the scholars' club? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" Here they are all, the whole lot;... Seventy researchers and scholars, Recently increased to a hundred and three... :::

:::stage (shouts at the attendants). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" Michel, Schlingelberg, Schafmann, Fuchs,... Quick into your cages, one, two, three! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE ATTENDANTS" Us? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" Who else? Get going! Get going! Turn the world around, then we'll turn with it. :::

:::stage (forces them into a cage). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" Today he has come, the great Peer;... The rest you can understand... I'll say no more. :::

:::stage (locks the cage and throws the key into a well). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" But, dear Doctor and Director...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" None of that! I am no longer that... Mr. Peer, can you keep quiet? I must express myself... :::

:::stage (in increasing anxiety) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What is it? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" Promise that you will not tremble. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I'll do my best... :::

:::stage (pulls him into a corner and whispers) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" Absolute reason Died yesterday precisely at eleven o'clock. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" God save me...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" Yes, it is extremely distressing, And doubly unpleasant in my position, For this house was until this hour still regarded As a lunatic asylum. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What! As a lunatic asylum! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" Not anymore, you understand! :::

:::stage (pale and softly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Now I recognize the place! And that man is mad;... and no one knows it! :::

:::stage (tries to get away). :::

:::stage (follows him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" I hope you have understood me? When I say it is dead, that is only apparent. It went out of itself... jumped out of its skin,... Exactly like the late Münchhausen's fox. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Just a moment... :::

:::stage (holds him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" No, it was like an eel;... Not like a fox. A needle pricked through the eye; It writhed violently... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Where can I find an exit! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" A cut around its neck and, zip! down! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" He is mad! Completely insane now! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" One thing is clear, and cannot be concealed... This going-out-of-itself will result in A complete upheaval on land and sea. The persons who were formerly called insane Became normal yesterday evening, In accordance with reason in its new phase. And if one then looks at the matter properly, It follows that at that very hour The so-called wise began to rave. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" You mentioned the word hour; my time is short... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" Your time? It's good that you mention it! :::

:::stage (opens a door and shouts). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" Come out! Now the new age dawns! Reason is dead. Long live Peer Gynt! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" But, my good man...! :::

:::stage (The madmen gradually come out into the courtyard). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" Good morning! Come here! Greet the dawn of liberation! Your emperor stands before you! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Emperor? :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" Certainly. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" But the honor is so great, so entirely excessive... :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" Oh, abandon all false modesty In an hour like this... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, but give me time...! No, I am not fit for it; I am already completely bewildered! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" A man who has heard the sphinx's opinion? Who is himself? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" There lies the knot, yes. I am myself in every respect; But here, as far as I understand, here one must Be outside oneself, so to speak. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" What? Outside oneself? No, there you are mistaken! Here one is oneself without mercy, Absolutely oneself, without anything else; One sails as oneself, straight before the wind. In the cask of one's self each one seals himself up; In his own fermentation he dives to the bottom,... And seals himself hermetically with the bung of his self; And stops the wood in the well of his self. No one has tears for others' sorrows, No one thoughts for others' thinking. Our self, that we are in spirit and sounds, Our self, to the very edge of the springboard... And thus, if an emperor is to be chosen here, You are our true man for the throne. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I wish the devil...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" But cheer up! Almost everything on earth is new at first. "Oneself";... come, I'll show you an example, I'll just pick the first that I see... :::

:::stage (to a somber figure). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" Good day, Huhu! Well, do you still walk about, My son, always in the garb of sorrow? :::

:::dialogue speaker="HUHU" Can I help it, as my people still Untranslated, forgotten, die? (to Peer Gynt). You are a stranger; will you listen? :::

:::stage (bowing) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" It will be an honor! :::

:::dialogue speaker="HUHU" Good then, listen... Like a garland of flowers, far in the East, Lies the Malabar coast. Dutch and Portuguese Have brought civilization there. Moreover, there are still masses Of the true Malabars. Those who corrupted our language Are now masters of the land there; But in times long past, The orangutan ruled there. He was lord of the forest and master; Free he could kill and roar. Untamed product of nature He grew and yawned as such. Unhindered he could scream; He was the ruler in his realm... But then came the yoke of strangers Confusing our primeval forest language. A night of four hundred years Sapped the orangutan's strength; And one knows, such long nights Hinder all development. The primal sound of the forest fell silent And one no longer heard grumbling;... If we are to express thoughts We must do so with words. What a constraint for all classes! Dutch and Portuguese, Coloreds and Malabars, Everything found it equally burdensome... I have tried to fight for it, For our primeval forest language, the true one,... To revive the poor corpse,... Supporting the people's right to scream,... Screamed myself, and also demonstrated Its use in folk songs... But no one appreciates my efforts... My sorrow you will understand. Thank you for listening to me;... Do you know advice, let me hear it! :::

:::stage (softly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" It is written: one must howl With the wolves that are in the forest. :::

:::stage (loudly). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Dear friend, I believe I know That in Morocco's forests There are still troops of orangutans, Living without interpreter or songs; Their sound sounded Malabar! It would be beautiful and exemplary, If you now, like other greats, Went there, for your people's benefit... :::

:::dialogue speaker="HUHU" Thank you for listening to me! I will do as you advise. :::

:::stage (with a solemn gesture). :::

:::dialogue speaker="HUHU" The East has rejected its interpreter! The West has orangutans! (Exit). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" Now was he himself? I should think so. He is full of himself, and of that one thing alone. He is himself in everything he gives of himself, Himself precisely by virtue of his being-of-himself. Come here! Now I'll show you another, Since yesterday no less properly sane. :::

:::stage (to a fellah who carries a mummy on his back). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" King Apis, exalted lord, how are you? :::

:::stage (furiously to Peer Gynt) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FELLAH" Am I King Apis? :::

:::stage (moves behind the doctor) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I must unfortunately confess That I am not acquainted with the circumstances. But I believe, if I may judge by the tone, that... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FELLAH" Now you are lying too! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" Let Your Highness tell How things stand. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FELLAH" I will tell you. :::

:::stage (turns to Peer Gynt). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FELLAH" Do you see him whom I carry on my back? King Apis was once his name. Now he bears the name of mummy, And is therefore completely dead. He built the pyramids, Sculpted the great sphinx, And fought, as the doctor says, With the Turks, left and right. And therefore all Egypt Praised him as a god here, And worshipped him in all his temples In the image of a bull... But I am that King Apis, That is as certain as I stand here; And if you still do not understand that, Then you will soon see. King Apis was out hunting once, And dismounted, the hero, And sat down for a moment Aside, on my ancestors' field. But the field that the king fertilized, That nourished me with its grain; And if anyone demands more proof, I will show him invisible horns. And is it not then desperate for me That no one acknowledges my power! I am Apis by right of birth, But am despised as a fellah. If you can give me good advice, Oh do so, without deceit;... What must I do to become Like Apis the Great, even now? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Your Highness build pyramids, Sculpt a great sphinx, And fight, as the doctor says, With the Turks, left and right. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FELLAH" Yes, that's a fine talk! A fellah! Such a bald mouse! I have my hands full keeping my hut free Of the rat vermin. Go, man,... go find something better, What makes great, gives me peace back! And moreover makes me completely equal To Apis, the hero, on my back! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Then if Your Highness hanged himself, And then, in the earth's bosom, Within the bounds of the coffin, Also kept himself completely dead? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE FELLAH" That I will! A noose for my life! To the gallows then with my hide... At first it makes some difference; But that wears off in time. :::

:::stage (goes off and makes preparations to hang himself). :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" That was a personality, sir,... A man with method... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, I see that...; But he is really doing it! God have mercy on us! I am getting dizzy;... I feel confusion in my head already! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" A transitional state; it won't last long. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" A transition? What? Excuse me... I must go... :::

:::stage (holds him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" Are you mad? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Not yet... God forbid! :::

:::stage (Alarm. The Minister Husein pushes forward through the crowd). :::

:::dialogue speaker="HUSEIN" They say an emperor has arrived today? :::

:::stage (to Peer Gynt) :::

:::dialogue speaker="HUSEIN" Is that you? :::

:::stage (desperately) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, that's a settled matter! :::

:::dialogue speaker="HUSEIN" Good... Here are documents that require an answer. :::

:::stage (clutches his hair) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Heigh-ho! Very well; the madder the better! :::

:::dialogue speaker="HUSEIN" Will you do me the honor of dipping me in? (bows deeply). I am a pen. :::

:::stage (bows even deeper) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" And I, as you see, A crumpled imperial parchment. :::

:::dialogue speaker="HUSEIN" My history, sir, is briefly this: I am taken for a sand-box and I am a pen. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" And mine, Mr. Pen, I can also tell you... I am a sheet of white paper and never yet written on. :::

:::dialogue speaker="HUSEIN" What I serve, people cannot understand; Everyone wants to use me for sprinkling sand! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I belonged to a woman as a book with silver clasp;... Be wise or be mad, that's only a misprint! :::

:::dialogue speaker="HUSEIN" Just think: what a life of suffering, To be a pen and never enjoy the pleasure of a knife! :::

:::stage (makes a jump) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Think: being a reindeer; jumping from above;... Always falling,... never feeling ground under one's hooves! :::

:::dialogue speaker="HUSEIN" A knife! I am blunt;... let me be cut and split! The world will perish if the knife is not put in! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" It would be a pity for the world, which, as his own work, Our dear Lord found so well made. :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" Here is a knife! :::

:::stage (seizes it) :::

:::dialogue speaker="HUSEIN" Oh, how I will slurp up the ink! What a delight to cut oneself. :::

:::stage (cuts his throat). :::

:::stage (steps aside) :::

:::dialogue speaker="BEGRIFFENFELDT" Don't splash so! :::

:::stage (increasingly anxious) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Hold him! :::

:::dialogue speaker="HUSEIN" Hold me! That is the word! Hold! Hold the pen! Paper on the table...! (falls down). Now I am used up. Remember this: this is the postscript: He lived and died as a held pen! :::

:::stage (staggering) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What must I...! What am I? O great one, hold me! I am whatever you want... a Turk, a sinner,... A troll...; but help!... there was something that broke...! :::

:::stage (shouts). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I no longer know what you are called, so quickly!... Help me... you refuge for all fools! :::

:::stage (faints). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" BEGRIFFENFELDT (with a straw crown in his hand, leaps astride him).

Ha, look how he holds himself high in the dust!... And is himself...! Let him be crowned!... :::

:::stage (places the crown on his head and shouts:) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Long live the emperor of the self! :::

:::stage (in the cage) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SCHAFMANN" Es lebe hoch der grosse Peer :::

END OF THE FOURTH ACT

:::stage On board a ship in the North Sea, off the coast of Norway. Sunset. Stormy weather. :::

:::stage Peer Gynt, a vigorous old man, with silver-grey hair and beard, stands aft on the deck. He is half dressed as a sailor, with a pea-jacket and high boots. His clothes are somewhat worn and shabby; he himself is weather-beaten and with a harder expression on his face. The captain of the ship is at the helm by the mate. The crew are further forward. :::

:::stage (leans with his arms on the bulwark and gazes towards the coast) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Look there, the Halling in winter garb... He decks himself, the old one, with the evening glow. Slanting behind him stands the Jokel, his brother; He still has his green ice-mantle on. The Folgefann is especially fine,... Lies like a maiden in shimmering sheen. Don't be fools, old boys! Stay where you are, you granite fellows! :::

:::stage (calls forward) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CAPTAIN" Two men at the wheel,... and put out the lanterns. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" A stiff breeze! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CAPTAIN" There's a storm coming tonight. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Can you see the Ronden from the sea? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CAPTAIN" No, that's not possible;... it lies behind the glacier. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Or Blaaho? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CAPTAIN" No, either; but up in the yards You can see the Galdhopig in fine weather. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Where does Haartegen lie? :::

:::stage (points) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CAPTAIN" There, about there. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Exactly, yes. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CAPTAIN" You seem to know this place. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" When I left the country, I sailed past here; And the leavings, they say, stick longest in the pot. :::

:::stage (spits and gazes at the coast) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Over there, where it washes, blue, in skerry and cleft,... Where the mountain fissure darkens, narrow as a groove, And below, along the open fjord,... There still live people, they say. :::

:::stage (looks at the captain) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" They build far apart here. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CAPTAIN" Yes. There's room and distance from house to house. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Will we be in by daylight? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CAPTAIN" About that, If the night doesn't become too bad, at least. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" In the west something is brewing. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CAPTAIN" Yes, it is. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Stop! Remind me of it when we settle accounts later... I intend to with the crew... as they say... "Make it good"... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CAPTAIN" I thank you! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Oh, it's only a little; I have dug gold and lost what I found;... Fate and I are no longer friends; You know what I gave you to keep. That's the remainder;... the devil took the rest from me. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CAPTAIN" It is more than enough to make a show With the people over there. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I have no family. No one expects the rich scoundrel... Well,... then I am also free from fuss at my arrival. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CAPTAIN" There's the squall already. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" There you have it, yes... If any of the men are in special need, I'm not so particular about a few cents. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CAPTAIN" That's generous. Most of them are poor; All have wives and children at home. On their wages alone, it's poverty indeed; But if they sometimes bring a little extra home, The reunion becomes a never-to-be-forgotten feast. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What do you say? Do they have wives and children? Are they married? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CAPTAIN" Indeed and three times! All of them... The worst off is probably the cook; At his home there is bitter hunger and poverty. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Married? Have someone at home who waits? Who is happy when they come? What? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CAPTAIN" Yes, indeed,... In a poor man's way. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" And when they get there, What then? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CAPTAIN" I suppose the wife then dishes up Something good, once in a while... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" And light on the table? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CAPTAIN" Maybe two; and a drink with the meal. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" And then they sit there by the stove, cosy? With children around them? And a hubbub in the house That no one understands what the others are saying,... Is that their celebration, tell me...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CAPTAIN" That could happen; And therefore it would be generous, what you just now Promised to do. :::

:::stage (strikes on the bulwark) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Not on your life! Do you take me for a fool? Do you think I'll shell out To please other people's children? I have sweated hard enough earning my money. No one expects old Peer Gynt there. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CAPTAIN" Well, as you wish; your money is your own. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Exactly! It's mine, and it's not very much. Your bill, as soon as you drop anchor! Passage from Panama as a cabin passenger, And a drink for the crew. Nothing more; If I give more, you may kill me, captain! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CAPTAIN" I have to give you a receipt, not a beating;... But excuse me; now the breeze is becoming a storm.

(He goes forward. It has become dark; lights are lit in the cabin. The sea grows rough. Fog and heavy clouds.) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Having a bunch of wild brats at home;... Living in the memory of others as a joy;... Followed in their thoughts on their way... There is no one who ever thinks of me... Light on the table? I'll prevent that! I'll think of something...! I'll make them dead drunk;... Not one of the fellows will land sober. Drunk they'll come to wife and children! They'll swear! Pound on the table, Frighten those who wait, so they tremble with fear! The wife will scream and flee the house; The children too! I'll kill all joy!

(The ship lurches violently; he staggers and has difficulty keeping his balance.)

Well, that's what you call pitching properly. The sea works as if it were paid for it;... It's still the same along the coast here in the North;... The sea, always wild and spiteful... (listens). What is that cry? :::

:::stage (forward) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE LOOKOUT" A wreck to leeward! :::

:::stage (midships, commanding) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CAPTAIN" Hard aport! Close to the wind! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MATE" Are there people on the wreck? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE LOOKOUT" I can make out three! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Put out a boat!... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CAPTAIN" It would be swamped directly. :::

:::stage (goes forward) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Who'd think of such a thing? :::

:::stage (to some of the crew) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" If you are men, Help then! What does it matter if you get a wet suit... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BOATSWAIN" It's impossible in such a heavy sea. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" They shout again! The wind is shifting... Cook, dare you try? Come, I'll pay you... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE COOK" No, even if you gave me twenty pounds sterling... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Old women! Cowards! Can you forget That they are people with wives and children at home? Who are waiting... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BOATSWAIN" Patience keeps you cheerful. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CAPTAIN" Sandbank... keep away! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MATE" The wreck has sunk. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" It suddenly became quiet...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BOATSWAIN" If they were married men, Then there are three new-made widows now. :::

:::stage (The storm grows worse. Peer Gynt goes to the afterdeck.) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" There's no faith left among people,... No Christianity, as it's taught and written,... They do little good, and pray even less, And pay no heed to the mighty powers... In a night like this, God is sometimes dangerous. The fellows ought to be careful, think what is true, That it's dangerous to play with elephants;... And then they pick a quarrel with him, really! I am not to blame; the offering bowl has, I can prove it, received my money. But what good does that do me?... They say sometimes: On a good conscience it's lovely to rest; Oh yes, that holds good on dry land, But means absolutely nothing on board, Where a decent man is among scoundrels. At sea you can never be yourself properly; You must go with the others from deck to the hold; If the hour of vengeance strikes for boatswain or cook, Then I am dragged along with the lot;... Your own merits are not counted at all, You are worth no more than a sausage at slaughter time... The fault is that I have been too pious. And ingratitude is now my reward for everything. If I were younger, I might perhaps turn back yet, And try for a time to play the master. Well, I still have time! In the village they'll say: Peer came back as a great gentleman! I want the farm back, come what may;... I'll rebuild the house, it shall glitter like a castle. But no one shall gain admittance or come inside! They'll stand at the door and have to back down;... Begging and pleading,... they may do that freely; But no one shall get a single shilling from me;... If fate should make me howl under its whip, Then I'll find someone I can beat in my turn...

A STRANGE PASSENGER (stands in the dark beside Peer Gynt and greets him amiably).

Good evening! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Good evening! What...? Who are you? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" I am your fellow passenger, at your service. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Oh, yes? I thought I was the only one. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" That was a mistake, which is now corrected. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" But it's strange that I only see you now For the first time this evening... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" I don't come out during the day. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Are you perhaps ill? You look white as a sheet... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" No, thank you,... I feel perfectly well. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" It's storming hard. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" Yes, blessed, man! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Blessed? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" The waves are as high as houses. It's enough to make your mouth water! Just think what wrecks the night will make;... And how many corpses will drift ashore! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Good God! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" Have you never seen anyone hanged, Strangled,... or drowned? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Now it's getting too bad... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" Corpses laugh. But their laugh is forced; And most of them would rather have bitten off their tongues. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Stop it now!... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" Just one more question! If, for example, we struck the ground... And sank... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Do you think there is danger? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" I really don't know what answer to give. But suppose I float and you sink to the bottom... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Oh, nonsense... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" I only put it as a possibility. But when one has one foot in the grave, One becomes soft, and gladly gives charitable gifts... :::

:::stage (feels in his pocket) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Oh, money then! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" No; but please, be so kind As to give me your highly esteemed corpse? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" That's going too far! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" Only the body, you understand; It's for science... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Enough! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" I beg you, consider,... the arrangement is advantageous! I will open your body and show it to the world. Chiefly I want to seek the seat of dreams... And moreover critically examine the whole... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Be off! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" Oh, come,... a drowned man... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Away, blasphemer! You are calling down the storm! It's bad enough, with storm and rain, A wild sea and all sorts of signs Of something that can shorten us by a head, And you do everything as if to provoke it! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" You are not in the mood for further negotiation;... But oh, time often brings changes... :::

:::stage (bows amiably) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" I'll see you at the sinking, if not before! Perhaps you'll be in a better humour then. :::

:::stage (goes into the cabin) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Ghastly fellows, these scientific men! Such freethinkers... :::

:::stage (to the boatswain who comes past him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Tell me, that man... That other passenger? What sort of fellow is he? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BOATSWAIN" I don't know that there is any other but you. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" No other? This is getting stranger and stranger. :::

:::stage (to the cabin boy who comes out of the cabin) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Who went into the cabin? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CABIN BOY" The ship's dog, sir! :::

:::stage (goes on) :::

:::stage (calls) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE LOOKOUT" Land ahead! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" My trunk! My money! My luggage on deck! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BOATSWAIN" There are other things to do. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" It was only joking, captain! I said it in fun;... I promise you for sure, I'll give something to the cook... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CAPTAIN" Jib torn! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MATE" And the foremast too. :::

:::stage (calls forward) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BOATSWAIN" Land ahead! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE CAPTAIN" We are there! :::

:::stage (The ship strikes. Commotion and confusion.)

(The ship is wrecked on the coast among rocks and breakers. In the mist the boat with two men is dimly seen. A heavy sea capsizes it; a cry is heard; then for a while all is quiet. Then the upturned boat comes drifting ashore.)

Peer Gynt rises near the boat. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Help! Boat from land! Help! I am drowning! Help me, O God,... as your word says! :::

:::stage (clings to the keel) :::

:::stage (rises on the other side) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE COOK" Oh, dear Lord,... oh stand by me! My poor children! Guide me to land! :::

:::stage (holds on to the keel) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Let go! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE COOK" Let go! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I'll strike! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE COOK" I'll strike back! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I'll crush you! I'll trample you to death! Let go! The keel won't carry two! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE COOK" I know that! Away! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Away you! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE COOK" Very well!

(They fight; the cook injures one hand; he clings with the other.) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Take away that fist! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE COOK" For God's sake! Think of my wife and children at home! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Then my life is more due, For I leave no children behind. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE COOK" You have lived already; I am young! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Away; quickly now! Sink;... you are getting too heavy. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE COOK" Mercy! Let me be, in God's name! No one will mourn for you... :::

:::stage (screams and lets go) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE COOK" I am drowning...! :::

:::stage (seizes hold of him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I hold you by the collar; Quick, say your Lord's Prayer yet! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE COOK" I don't remember any more...; everything is going black...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Then just the most important... hurry up... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE COOK" Give us this day! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Skip that; You'll get what you need. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE COOK" Give us this day... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" The same old tune! It's noticeable... you were always a cook... (lets him slip). :::

:::stage (sinking) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE COOK" Give us this day our... (sinks). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Amen, man! You were and remained yourself to the end... :::

:::stage (works himself up on the keel) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Where there's life, there's hope... :::

:::stage (puts his hand on the boat) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" Good morning! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Hoy! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" I heard your call! I am glad I found you after all. Well? Do you see that I can prophesy? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Let go! Let go! I can hardly keep myself! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" I can swim with my left leg. I'll float, even if I only hold the tip Of my finger here, in this groove. But apropos of the corpse... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Be quiet! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" If it now comes to an end after all... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Shut up! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" Just as you wish! (silence). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Well... and...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" I am silent. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What devil's work!... What do you want? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" To wait. :::

:::stage (clutches his hair) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I'll go mad!... What are you? :::

:::stage (nods) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" Friendly! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What else? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" What do you think? Do you know anyone else Who resembles me? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" The devil knows...! :::

:::stage (softly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" Does he usually then bring light On life's way through fear and darkness? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Well yes! When it comes down to it, perhaps You are a bringer of light? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" Friend,... have you felt once every six months The deep earnestness of fear? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" One gets afraid when dangers threaten;... But I find your words exaggerated... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" Did it ever happen to you once in your life To win the victory granted in fear? :::

:::stage (looks at him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Are you coming to me with a way out? You should have done that earlier. It seems ridiculous to choose your time When I am on the point of drowning. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" You rely more on a victory, Sitting comfortably by your fireside? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Well, yes... but keep that nonsense to yourself. Do you think that can be encouraging? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" Where I come from, a laugh counts As much as lofty speech. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" To each his own; what suits inferiors, A bishop may not permit himself. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" And those whose ashes rest in urns Do not always walk on buskins. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Away, you spectre! Away with that hand! I don't want to die! I want to reach land! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE STRANGE PASSENGER" Be at ease! Right in the middle of The fifth act one does not die. :::

:::stage (slips away) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" There it came out at last!... He was a heavy moralist.

A churchyard in a high mountain village. A funeral procession. The priest and the people. The last verse of a hymn is being sung. Peer Gynt passes by on the road. :::

:::stage (at the gate) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" There goes a countryman under the ground. Thank God and praise that I am not he. :::

:::stage (goes inside the gate) :::

:::stage (speaks at the grave) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE PRIEST" And now, while his soul ascends to heaven, And the body lies like an empty shell,... Now, dear friends, let a word be said Of the life of this dead man, here on earth. He was not rich, nor very clever. His voice was weak, his bearing unmanly. He spoke his opinion feebly and waveringly, And was scarcely master in his own house; He came into the church quietly, shyly, As if asking whether, like others, he might sit. From the Gudbrandsdal, you know, he came. When he came here, he was still almost a youth; And to the last, you surely still remember, He always kept his right hand in his coat pocket. The right hand hidden... that was the mark... That made one remember this man's image, And besides that subdued, that shy Withdrawal, when he entered. Though he preferred to go his own way quietly And remained a stranger among us, Yet you know how, though he hid it, That hand had only four fingers left. I well remember that morning, long ago, When there was a conscription at Lunde. It was in time of war. In everyone's mouth was The country's need and what was to be expected. I was there too. Broad at the table sat The captain with officials and sergeants; And one lad after another was measured, Examined, and enrolled as a soldier. The room was full, and outside the windows Echoed the loud laughter of the young folk. A name was called out. A new one came, Who looked pale, deadly white, like glacier snow. They beckoned him; he approached the table, His right hand wrapped in a cloth;... He panted, swallowed, gasped for words, But could not speak, though they commanded him. At last, however; and then, cheeks glowing, Half stammering, stuttering and then quickly, He tells of a sickle, which, flying out, Had neatly cut off one finger. In the room it became deadly still. Everyone looked at each other; pursed their lips; They stoned the lad with silent glances. He felt it well, but dared not look up. The captain rose, old, grey, and stiff;... He spat, pointed to the door, saying: go! And he went. People stepped aside on both sides, So that it was as if he had to run the gauntlet;... Once outside, he took to his heels in haste;... Upwards now,... up, between rocks and bushes, Up, among loose stones, rolling, falling... High up in the mountains lay his home... Half a year later it was when he came here With mother, infant, and his future wife. He rented a piece of land, lying fallow over there, There, where the boundary of the great heath is. He married then as soon as it was possible; He built a hut; he broke the hard ground; He got on, as many a piece of land Bore witness, rolling like a yellow sea;... He came to church with his hand hidden,... But unseen at home, those nine fingers Worked fully as hard as ten... One spring flood once swept everything away. They saved their lives. Then poor and naked, He set to work at clearing again. And before autumn, smoke rose once more From a more sheltered spot, from a new hut. Sheltered from the water, yes... not from avalanches; Two years later it lay buried under snow, But the man remained brave and undaunted; He cleared and hacked, he dug out stones,... And before the first snow fell the following year His house stood for the third time built. Three sons he had, three fine, strong boys; They had to go to school and the school was far. To get from his house to the highway, One had to pass through a rocky cleft, very narrow and steep. What did he do then? The eldest had to manage As best he could,... where the path became too steep, He tied a rope around the child to support him;... The other two he carried on arm and back. Thus he struggled year after year; they grew up. Did he receive thanks, which were due to him? Three rich gentlemen in the New World Forgot the Norwegian mountain land and their father. He had no broad vision. Of what was outside His immediate surroundings, he could see nothing. What sounds to us like bells, Sonorous in tone, penetrating deep into the heart, had no meaning for him. People, fatherland, the sublime, the lofty, Stood as if shrouded in mist before the eye of his mind. But he was humble, humble this man; And from that conscription day he bore the judgment, As surely as the blush of shame on his cheek, And his four fingers, hidden in his pocket. A transgressor of the law of the land? Oh, yes! But there is something that shines above laws, Just as over there those peaks' white tent Has clouds and above them again peaks. A bad citizen he was. And for church and state An unfruitful tree. But here, on the high field, In his family circle, where he saw his work, There he was great, because he was himself! His inborn tone remained true to itself; Muffled in tone, that was his whole life. And therefore: peace be with you, silent fighter, Who fought and fell in a small peasant's strife! We will not search hearts and reins; That is no work for us, but for the Creator;... But firmly and freely I dare express the hope: That man will not stand maimed before his God!

(The people from the procession disperse and go. Peer Gynt remains alone.) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Now that, I call Christianity! Nothing at all that gives one a creepy feeling... Yes, the theme; to be oneself unflinchingly,... Around which the whole sermon revolved,... Is in itself alone edifying. :::

:::stage (looks into the open grave) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Was it he, perhaps, who maimed himself there When I was in the forest felling trees? Who knows? If I were not standing here with my stick At the edge of the grave of that kindred spirit, I could think it was I who slept And heard, as if dreamed true, my own praise... Indeed, it is a Christian and beautiful custom, Kindly to let the glance still wander In memory over the dead man's life. Yes, I would like to hear my own fate Narrated to the people by that worthy man. Well, it may yet be a while, Before the gravedigger comes and invites me to my own;... And, as the Scripture says: better is best, And likewise: every evil in its time, And further: borrow no money for your funeral... The church remains after all your true comfort. I did not use to attach so much importance to it;... Now I feel how much good it does, To hear experts assure you: What a man sows, that shall he also reap... He must be himself; for himself and his own He must care in great things and small. If things don't go well for him, he still has the honour That he knew how to order his life according to the precept... Now homeward! Even if the road is difficult and steep, Let fate still mock me long;... Old Peer Gynt goes his own way, And remains what he is always: poor but honest. :::

:::stage (exit) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" A mountain slope with the dried-up bed of a stream. A ruined mill by the stream; cracked ground, devastation around. Higher up a large farmstead.

Up at the farmstead, a public auction is being held. Many people are gathered. Drinking and noise. Peer Gynt sits down on a heap of rubble near the mill. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Back and forth, it's equally far; In or out, it's the same journey;... Time destroys, the stream is dried up. Go round about, said the Boyg;... so I do. :::

:::dialogue speaker="A MAN IN MOURNING" Now there is nothing but rubbish left... :::

:::stage (notices Peer Gynt) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A MAN IN MOURNING" Are there strangers here too? God bless you, friend! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Likewise! There's a merry goings-on here today. Is it a christening, or a wedding being celebrated? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN IN MOURNING" I would rather call it a housewarming. The bride lies in a worm-chest. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" And the worms fight for the tasty morsel. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN IN MOURNING" That's the end of the song; with that it's over. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" All songs end the same; And all are old; I knew them as a boy. :::

:::stage (with a casting ladle) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A TWENTY-YEAR-OLD" Look here now, what I have bought! In this Peer Gynt cast his silver buttons! :::

:::dialogue speaker="A SECOND" And I! A money scoop for a shilling! :::

:::dialogue speaker="A THIRD" Is that all? Four and a half for a pedlar's knapsack! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Peer Gynt? Who was that? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN IN MOURNING" I only know That he was brother-in-law to Aslak and to death. :::

:::dialogue speaker="A MAN IN GREY" Do you forget me now? Are you drunk, I say? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN IN MOURNING" Do you forget that at Haegstad there was a blockhouse door? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN IN GREY" Yes, yes; but you were never very particular. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN IN MOURNING" If only she doesn't take death by the nose... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN IN GREY" A drink, brother-in-law! On our brotherhood! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN IN MOURNING" The devil your brother-in-law! That's drunken talk... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN IN GREY" Oh, nonsense; our blood is not so diluted yet, You still feel related to Peer Gynt after all. :::

:::stage (goes away with him) :::

:::stage (softly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I meet acquaintances still. :::

:::stage (calls after the man in mourning) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A BOY" If you drink again, Then mother will come from her grave to fetch you, Aslak! :::

:::stage (stands up) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Here the agronomist's saying is out of place: The more you dig around, the better it smells. :::

:::stage (with a bearskin) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What is that? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BOY" It's the skin of the white bear that Peer Gynt killed on the Ronden! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Let me see it! That must be the one he had a fight with? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BOY" Yes, it's quite a story: my grandfather was there... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What? He was there? He must have seen the fight? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BOY" No, no, the bear first killed the grandfather... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What? Then there must have been something wrong with the bear! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BOY" Oh, it wasn't the bear's fault; it was the grandfather's: he was drunk. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Ah, that explains it. So it was the grandfather who was the real bear! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BOY" Yes, they say he was a terrifying fellow, the old man. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" And the skin? Has it been sold? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BOY" No, it's up for auction again now. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What! The same skin? Then I'd like to buy it! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BOY" Well, it's yours for a crown and a half. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" That's cheap. I'll take it! :::

:::stage (pays and gets the skin) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Now I have something to remember the old bear by. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN IN GREY" Look, there's the famous Peer Gynt himself! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What? Who? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE MAN IN GREY" Peer Gynt! Don't you recognise me? I am Aslak! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Oh, so that's who you are! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ASLAK" Yes, and I knew you at once! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Well, well, then you must have a drink with me! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ASLAK" Gladly! But first I must ask you something. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Ask away! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ASLAK" Is it true that you buried a treasure on the Ronden? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Buried a treasure? Who says so? :::

:::dialogue speaker="ASLAK" They say you found a great treasure in America, but you hid it on the Ronden before you went home. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Ha! That sounds like a fairy tale! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ASLAK" Well, there are many who believe it. And I would like to dig for it. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Dig away! But if you find anything, it will be a miracle. :::

:::dialogue speaker="ASLAK" You won't mind if I try? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Not in the least! :::

:::dialogue speaker="ASLAK" Good! Then I'll start tomorrow. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Do that! But now we must drink! :::

:::stage (They go off together, arm in arm. The auction continues.) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A WOMAN" Now here is a fine spinning wheel. :::

:::dialogue speaker="A MAN" And a distaff. :::

:::dialogue speaker="A WOMAN" And a loom. :::

:::dialogue speaker="A MAN" And a chest of linen. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" That's from the farm where Peer Gynt lived? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Yes, from the Halling farm. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Did you know him? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" No, I'm from further down the valley. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" But you know his story? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Yes, they say he was a bad man who ran away from his wife and mother. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" That's what they say. But perhaps he had his reasons. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" He should have stayed and taken care of his own. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Maybe he couldn't. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Nonsense! Everyone can do what is right. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I suppose that's true. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Are you a relative of his? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" No, I am just a stranger passing through. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Then you don't know his real story! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Oh, I have heard bits and pieces. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Well, I'll tell you the truth: he was a devil, that Peer Gynt! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" He was, was he? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Yes, he ran away from his mother and she died of grief. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" That's sad. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" And he left his wife to starve. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" That's worse. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Yes, but she is dead too now. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" And what about the children? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" They are grown up and gone away. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" So all that remains is the auction? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Yes, everything is being sold. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Then I have seen enough. Goodbye! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE WOMAN" Goodbye! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" (alone)

So this is what remains of Peer Gynt's life: a bearskin, a spinning wheel, and a story. But the story will live on. And perhaps it will be told in such a way that he becomes a legend. At any rate, it is better than being forgotten.

::: :::dialogue speaker="A BOY" The Dovre cat! Only the skin, look! That was what drove the goblins away, at Christmas! :::

:::stage (with a reindeer skull) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A SECOND" Here is the wild reindeer that once Carried Peer Gynt over the Gendin Ridge. :::

:::stage (with a hammer, shouts to the man in mourning) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A THIRD" Hey there, Aslak! Do you know that hammer? Didn't you use it to crack that nut? :::

:::stage (with empty hands) :::

:::dialogue speaker="A FOURTH" Mads Moen, this is the cloak that makes invisible! With it Peer Gynt flew through the air with Ingrid! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Brandy, boys! Something to cheer me up...! Now I'm going to auction off some old junk! :::

:::dialogue speaker="A BOY" What do you have to sell? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I have a castle... It lies in the Rondane; it's strongly walled. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BOY" A button offered! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" It ought to be worth a dram. To offer less would be a shame. :::

:::dialogue speaker="A SECOND" He's funny, the old fellow! :::

:::stage (The people gather around him). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Grane, my stallion, Who bids? :::

:::dialogue speaker="ONE FROM THE CROWD" Where does he run? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" In the West, Far from here, lads! That steed can gallop As fast, as fast, as Peer Gynt could lie. :::

:::dialogue speaker="VOICES" What else have you got? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Both rags and gold! It was bought at a loss! I sell at a loss. :::

:::dialogue speaker="A BOY" Call it out! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" A dream from a hymnbook! That's for sale for a crooked fishhook. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BOY" To the devil with dreams! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" My empire! I throw it out for grabs; you may fight over it! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BOY" Is the crown included? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Of the finest straw. It'll fit the first one who puts it on his head. Here's more! A wind-egg, look! A gray hair from a fool! A prophet's beard! He gets everything who shows me on the mountain The signpost with the inscription: here lies the way! :::

:::stage (who has come up) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OFFICIAL" My good man, if this goes on much longer, It may happen that your path leads straight to arrest. :::

:::stage (with his hat in his hand) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Quite possible. But tell me, who was Peer Gynt? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OFFICIAL" None of your jokes... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Pardon! I mean it seriously!... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OFFICIAL" Oh, they say he was a terrible poet... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" A poet...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OFFICIAL" Yes, whatever was strong and great, He pretended he had done it himself. But excuse me... I have other duties... (Exit). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" And where is he now, that remarkable man? :::

:::dialogue speaker="AN ELDERLY MAN" He went overseas to a far, strange land, There it went badly for him, as one might have expected... And years ago they hanged him. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Hanged? Yes, indeed, that I thought; The late Peer Gynt remained true to himself to the end. (Bows). Greetings... and many thanks for today! :::

:::stage (goes a few steps but stops again). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Say, merry lads and pretty girls... Shall I, in turn, tell you a story now? :::

:::dialogue speaker="SEVERAL" Yes, do you know one? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Then it's settled... :::

:::stage (Comes closer; a strange expression glides over his face). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" In San Francisco I dug for gold. All the town was full of fairground folk. One could play the violin with his toes; One danced a Spanish dance on his knees. A third, I heard, made verses While his skull was being drilled. Then the devil also came with his arts... Wanted to see, like so many, what he could earn. His art was this: in a deceptive manner To be able to grunt like a real pig. His personality attracted, though unknown. The house was packed, expectation was high. He appeared in a cloak with swirling folds; One must "drape oneself," as the Germans say. But under that cloak, which no one knew... He had managed to hide a pig. And now the performance could begin. The devil pinched and the pig gave voice. The whole was presented as a fantasy About the life of the pig, captive and free; Finally a scream, as under the butcher's knife... After which the artist bowed and withdrew... The case was much discussed by experts; The key was criticized and praised; The voice sounded too thin, said one; Another found the death-scream too studied... But all agreed on this: as grunting The performance was definitely exaggerated... See, that's how it went for the devil, because he was stupid, And didn't take his audience into account. :::

:::stage (He bows and goes. A hesitant silence falls over the crowd). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Whitsun Eve. In the great forest. Farther away, on a cleared piece of land, a hut with a reindeer antler above the gable.

Peer Gynt crawls through the undergrowth and looks for wild onions. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" This here is a standpoint. Where is the next? Examine everything, and then choose the best. That's what I did too;... from Emperor Caesar Down to the depths to Nebuchadnezzar, So I had to go through the whole Bible. The old man ended up back with his mother. It says also: from dust you are born... What matters in life is to fill your belly. Fill it with onions? That doesn't seem much to me;... I'd rather be cunning and set snares. Here's water again, I won't suffer thirst; Among wild animals I still count as number one. If I die one day,... which may well happen... Then I'll crawl under a fallen tree; And cover myself,... like a bear... with dry leaves, And carve in the bark in very large letters: Here rests Peer Gynt, that honest fellow, Emperor of all other animals,... Emperor? :::

:::stage (laughs to himself). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" You fortune-teller, old fool! You are no emperor; you are an onion. Now I'll peel you, my dear Peer! It's no use whether you cry or beg. :::

:::stage (takes an onion and peels it layer by layer). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" There lies the battered outer skin, The castaway on the keel of the jolly boat. The passenger skin here, thin and sparse;... Its taste is somewhat like Peer Gynt. Underneath sits the gold-digger self; The juice is gone... if it ever was there. This thick skin here, with the hard tip, Is the fur-hunter on Hudson Bay. That underneath looks like a crown... thank you very much! We'll throw that away without further ado. Here the antiquarian, short but sturdy. And here the prophet, fresh and juicy. He stinks, as it is written, of lies, That an honest man gets tears in his eyes. This little skin, which rolls up soft and limp, Is the gentleman who lived idle and soft. What comes now seems sickly. It has black streaks;... Black can mean priests and negroes. :::

:::stage (pulls off several at once). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What an amazing number of layers! Won't the core soon come to light? :::

:::stage (pulls the whole onion apart). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" No, still not! Right to the innermost They're all skins,... smaller and smaller... Nature is witty! :::

:::stage (throws the remains away). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Curse all this fretting! If you start thinking, you often come out badly. Well, at least I have nothing to fear from danger, For I lie firmly here on hands and feet. :::

:::stage (scratches his neck). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" A strange lot, the whole business! Life, as they say, has a fox behind the ears; But if you grab for it, Mr. Fox makes off, And you catch something else,... or nothing at all. :::

:::stage (he approaches the hut, notices it, and is startled). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" That hut there? In the pine forest...! Oh! :::

:::stage (rubs his eyes). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" It seems to me I once knew that building... A reindeer skull adorns the gable...? A mermaid, half fish, half woman...! Lies! No mermaid!... Nails,... planks,... A lock that locks out goblin thoughts...! :::

:::stage (singing in the hut) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" Now everything is ready for the Whitsun feast. My dear boy, so far, far away... You will come, won't you? If you have a heavy load, Just take your time;... You know I am waiting... That I have said. :::

:::stage (stands up, silent and deathly pale) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" One who was faithful,... and one who forgot... One who kept,... and one who lost... Oh, seriousness!... And it can never be done over! Oh, fear!... Here lay my empire! :::

:::stage (runs into the forest). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Night. Pine forest. A forest fire has raged. Charred tree trunks for miles. White mists hanging here and there over the forest floor.

Peer Gynt hurries through the forest. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Ash and dust and white vapors,... Plenty of building materials here! Stench and rotting leaves inside, To be mortar for a grave. Sham, dream, stillborn knowledge, With that it will be paved; Vaulted, by work, as a dome, For which lies provide the forms. Flight from earnest, aversion to penance, As a coat of arms above it... Adorns it with the judgment words: Petrus Gyntus Caesar fecit! :::

:::stage (listens). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What crying?—Children's voices? Crying that sounds like singing... Balls of yarn rolling at my feet...! :::

:::stage (kicks at them). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Away! You hinder me in my step! :::

:::stage (on the ground) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE YARN BALLS" We are thoughts; You should have thought us;... Little dancing feet You should have given us! :::

:::stage (goes around them) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I gave life to only one;... It became an ugly, crippled wretch! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE YARN BALLS" We should have risen As trembling voices,... Now we must roll As gray yarn balls. :::

:::stage (stumbles) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yarn! You cursed rascal! Are you trying to trip up your father? :::

:::stage (flees). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" WITHERED LEAVES (flying around).

We are a slogan You should have proclaimed. See how the ash Tore us miserably. A worm gnawed through us Every fiber; We never got to form A wreath around fruit. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" You were not created for nothing still;... Just lie still and serve as fertilizer yet. :::

:::dialogue speaker="A WHISPER IN THE AIR" We are songs; You should have sung us!... A thousand times You stifled us. Deep in your soul once We lay and waited;... You never called us forth. Now poison in your throat! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Poison in you, you foolish song! Did I have time for song and rhyme? :::

:::stage (forces his way through the thicket). :::

:::stage (dripping from the branches) :::

:::dialogue speaker="DEWDROPS" We are tears You never shed. Ice crust that tears open, We could have melted. Now the ice is frozen fast Around the heart; The wound is sealed; And we are powerless. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I wept in the hall of Rondane,... And yet I got a tail there! :::

:::dialogue speaker="BROKEN STALKS" We are deeds You should have accomplished; Doubt, the murderer, Bent and split us. At the end of days We will all come To accuse you,... Then you shall get your reward! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Villainies! Do you dare to write On my debit side the negative? :::

:::stage (rushes away). :::

:::stage (far away) :::

:::dialogue speaker="AASE'S VOICE" Fie, what a driver! Oh, you've overturned me! Snow fell all day;... Evil has he done me... The whole ride went wrong. Peer, where is the castle now? The devil has lured you With the stable broomstick! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I'd better get out of here. Must I, on top of all my sins, also Bear the devil's from now on, Then I will soon collapse. :::

:::stage (hurries off). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Another part of the forest. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" A gravedigger! Where are you, fellow? Song from bawling clerks' mouths; A mourning band tied around my hat. I have many dead; I bury them now!

THE BUTTON-MOLDER (with a box of tools and a large casting ladle, comes from a side path).

Good evening, old one! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Same to you, man! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" You seem to be in a hurry. Where are you going? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" To the churchyard. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" Oh? I don't see very well,... Excuse me,... are you by any chance called Peer? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Peer Gynt is my name. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" Well, I call that lucky! Peer Gynt is exactly the one I'm to fetch today. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Fetch me? What do you want? :::

:::stage (points at his ladle) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" Just look here; I'm a button-molder. And you must go into this. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What for? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" To be melted down. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Melted? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" Here, it's empty and scoured. Your grave is dug, your coffin is ready. Your body is destined for the worms;... But I have orders, without delay, By command of my Master, to collect your soul. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Impossible! Like that, without any notice...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" It's an old custom at birth and death To choose the day for the ceremony in silence, And tell the hero of the feast nothing in advance. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Indeed. My head is spinning a bit. So you are...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" You heard it,... button-molder. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I see! Many names has the dear child. So, so, Peer, so you end up there! But this, good friend, is not fair play! I know I deserve better treatment;... I'm not as bad as you might think perhaps,... I have also done some good here on earth;... At worst I can be called a simpleton,... But certainly not such a particularly great sinner. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" No, that is precisely the knot, my friend; You are not a sinner in the higher sense either; And therefore you escape hell, And come into my ladle, like many others. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Call it what you will,... ladle or hell; Brown stout or ale, it's all beer. Away, Satan! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" You aren't so discourteous As to think I walk on a horse's foot? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" On horse's foot or fox's claw,... Be off! And mind what you do! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" Good friend, you are greatly mistaken. We are both in a hurry, and to save time I'll explain the matter to you thoroughly. You are, as you yourself just said, Not what is called a truly great sinner; At best mediocre... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Look, now you're starting To talk sense... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" Yes... just wait; But to call you virtuous would be going too far... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I make no claim to that at all. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" So in between, so-so. A sinner of the genuinely distinguished sort Is not found along the road these days; It takes more than messing around in the mud; True sin demands seriousness, true sin demands strength. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, that's a true statement indeed; You have to go at it like the old Vandals. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" You, however, took sin lightly. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Outwardly only, man, like a dirty stain. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" Now we agree. The sulfur pool Is not for you who dabble in the mud... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" And so, good friend, I may go free again? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" No, so you are melted down, man. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What kind of trick is this you've thought up At home, while I was abroad? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" The custom is as old as the serpent and its origin, And designed to prevent loss of value. You know the craft,... you know that often A casting can fail, and then it's worthless; Sometimes they become buttons without an eye. What would you do? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I'd throw the casting away. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" Indeed; Jon Gynt also knew that trick, As long as there was money in chest and purse. But the Master, you see, is very thrifty; And therefore he's a wealthy man. He doesn't throw away the least as completely useless, If it can still be used as raw material. You were meant to be a shiny button On the world's vest; but the eye didn't hold. Therefore I must now melt you with the scrap, To, as they say, be absorbed into the mass. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" You don't mean to melt me together with Tom, Dick, and Harry Into something new? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" Yes, that is indeed my plan. We have done that so often already. In Kongsberg they do the same with coins Whose stamp has worn off through long circulation. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" But that's a mean swindle! Dear friend, listen, let me go now!... A button without an eye, a worn-out coin,... What is that to someone in your Master's position? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" Oh, still, as long as the spirit is in it, As metal a person always has value. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" No, I say! No! With tooth and nail I will resist. Anything rather than that! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" But what else then? Be sensible, You are not light enough for heaven... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I'm modest; my ambition doesn't reach that high; But I won't give up a bit of myself. Let me be punished in the old way, according to law! Put me for a while with him-of-the-hoof,... A hundred years, if it can't be less; Look, that is something a person can bear; For the pain is only moral And thus not so tremendous. It's a transition, as it is said, And as the fox put it:... one waits; then finally The hour of deliverance strikes; one withdraws, And meanwhile hopes for better days... But that other thing,... to have to go Into a strange, indifferent body, like vapor,... That ladle method, that dissolving of Gynt,... That revolts my whole soul! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" But, dear Peer, how can you Make such a fuss over a trifle. You were never your self before;... What does it matter then if you die completely now? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Was I never? Now I must laugh! Peer Gynt has been something else then? Oh, come! No, Button-Molder, you talk blindly. If you could search my heart and reins, You would find Peer there, and still Peer. And definitely nothing else and not much more. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" That cannot be true. Here I have my order. Look, here it says clearly: Peer Gynt you must fetch. He has missed his life's purpose. Into the ladle with him, as a failed product. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Nonsense! Certainly another is meant. Does it really say Peer? Is it not Rasmus or Jon? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" I melted them long ago. Come now willingly and waste no more time! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Absolutely not! Yes, that would be a fine thing If tomorrow it turned out that another was meant. You are responsible, my good man! So be careful, for what may follow... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" I have it here in writing though... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" But give me time! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" What will you do then? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I want to prove That I was myself my whole life; And that is the question we are arguing about. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" Prove? How? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" With witnesses and certificates. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" I fear my master will not recognize them. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Impossible! But that is a later concern! Good friend, let me bail myself out; I'll be back soon. One only comes into the world once, And one clings to oneself, as a creature. So are we agreed, eh? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" Well, so be it then. But remember, I'll find you at the next crossroads! :::

:::stage (Peer Gynt runs off quickly). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" Farther away in the forest. :::

:::stage (at full speed) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Time is money, as it is written. If only you knew where a crossroads comes... Maybe it's still far, maybe close by, The ground burns under me like glowing metal. A witness! A witness! Where can I find one? It's almost unthinkable here in the forest. The world is a botch job. The system is bad, When someone has to prove his obvious right.

(A bent old man, with a stick in his hand and a sack on his back, trudges ahead of him.) :::

:::stage (stops) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" Ah, good sir; alms for a homeless man! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Sorry; I have no small change on me... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" Prince Peer! No! What a meeting... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Who are you? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" Does he not recognize the Old Man of Rondane? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" But you're not...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" The Troll King, yes! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" The Troll King? Do you mean it? The Troll King, you say? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" Oh yes, I am in a very bad way...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Ruined? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" Stripped to the shirt. Now I go begging with a hunger like a wolf. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Hurrah! Such a witness doesn't grow on trees! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" His Highness the Prince has also grown gray since I saw him. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Dear father-in-law, the years gnaw and wear. Now; we'll draw a line through private affairs,... And, above all, no family quarrel. I was a madman... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" Oh yes, oh yes;... But the Prince was wise not to take the bride; Thus he spared himself sorrow and shame! For since then she has lived so wildly... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Oh come! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" She went her own way entirely; And now,... think of it, she lives together with Trond. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Which Trond? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" Of the Valbergs. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Him? Well, well; He was the one from whom I once stole three girls. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" My grandson is big, and fat and plump, And has handsome children all over the country... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, good man, spare me your stories;... I have something quite different on my mind now... I've gotten into a difficult fix, namely... And I need a testimony or a certificate;... With that my father-in-law can help me best... I would naturally have something to offer for it... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" Oh, oh? Can I be of service to His Highness the Prince? Perhaps then I might also get a testimonial in return? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" With pleasure. I'm a bit short of cash, And have to be thrifty, and save on all sides. But now hear what it's about. You remember still When I came for your daughter, at Rondane, that day... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" That would be true, Prince! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Drop that Prince now! Enough. You wanted by all means then To take away my sight by a cut in the lens, And turn Peer Gynt into a troll. What did I do then? I resisted,... Swore that I would follow my own will; I renounced love and honor and power, Solely to be myself. This fact, you see, you must swear to before the court... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" That I cannot! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What does that mean now? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" You don't want to force me to a lie? You know very well that you put on our trousers, And drank the mead...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, you lured temptingly,... But at the decisive moment I resisted. And it is precisely by that that one knows the man. The final words are what matter. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" But you clung to the final word. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What does that mean now? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" When you left Rondane, You wrote behind your ear my life's motto. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Which one? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" The word... the cutting, strong one... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" The word? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" That separates us from the human race, And says: Troll, to yourself be enough! :::

:::stage (recoils) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Enough! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" And you have your whole life Since then always acted according to it. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I! Peer Gynt? :::

:::stage (weeps) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" That is ungrateful! You lived like a troll but kept it hidden. The word, which I taught you, enabled you To get ahead as a well-to-do man!... And now you come here and want nothing more to know Of me and the word, to which you owe it all. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Enough! A troll! An egoist! That is all nonsense; it must be a trick! :::

:::stage (pulls out a bundle of old newspapers) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" You certainly don't know that we also have a newspaper? Wait; then you shall see here, red on black, How the "Bloksberg Post" praises and glorifies you; And the same did the "Hekla Mountain Courier", Ever since the winter when you left... Would you like to read them, Peer? Do so then; Here is something signed with: "Horse's Hoof", And here: "From the Trollish-National". The writer serves up the truth here That little depends on tail and horns, As long as you are like them inside. "Our enough," he says, "stamps the troll's seal On the man",... and then he names you as an example. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" A troll? I! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" Yes, it looks that way. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" So I could just as well have stayed where I was? Could have stayed in Rondane and sat at my ease? Saved care and trouble and many a pair of shoes? A troll... Peer Gynt!... That's nonsense! That's rubbish! Farewell! Here's a tip for tobacco. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" But, dear Prince Peer! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Come, you are crazy, Or perhaps senile. Look for a hospital. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" Oh, that is exactly what I am looking for. But my grandchildren, as I said, Have an enormous influence in the country; And they say that I only exist in books. They say sometimes, from your family you must have it... I poor wretch, feel what a true word that is. It's hard to be considered lies and nonsense... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Good man, that misfortune happens to many. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" And we ourselves have no poor fund, No savings bank, relief fund, or welfare;... In Rondane such a thing wouldn't work either. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" No, there that hellish: to yourself be enough applied! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" Oh, the Prince must not complain about that word. And if he, in one way or another... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Dear man, you are completely on the wrong track. I myself am, as they say, as bare as a church mouse... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" That cannot be true? Is the Prince also poor? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Stone poor. My princely self is pawned. And that is your fault, you damned trolls! That's what comes of bad company. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" Then the chance is lost for me too! Farewell! I'll do my best to reach the city. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What will you do there? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE OLD MAN" Go to the theater. They are asking in the newspaper for national subjects... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Well, good journey then; and greet them from me. If I can get away, I'll also go that way. Then I'll write a farce, foolish and profound, Which will be called: "Sic transit gloria mundi." :::

:::stage (Runs away. The Old Man calls after him). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" At a crossroads. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Now it comes down to it, Peer, more than ever! That troll's word has passed judgment. The boat is wrecked, you must float on planks. Anything rather than into the heap of old rags! :::

:::stage (at the crossroads) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" Well now, Peer Gynt, where is your certificate? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Is it a crossroads here again? That's quick, I must say! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" I read your face like a book, Before I see what the paper tells. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" This running bores me; ... you always miss ... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" Yes, and even then, what good does it do you? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Of course; out here at night in the dense forest ... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" There goes an old man. Shall I call him here? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" No, let him go. He is drunk anyway! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" But perhaps he would ... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Hush; no ... let him go! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" Well ... are we done then? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Just one more question! What is it, after all, to "be oneself"? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" A strange question, especially from the mouth of A man who just now ... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Give a short and clear answer! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" To be oneself is: to slay oneself. But for you that explanation is certainly not enough? Let us say therefore: to appear everywhere With my Master's intention as a signboard. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" But if someone never came to know What the Master intended with him? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" That he must feel. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" But how often feelings deceive us, ... And then one goes ad undas so imperceptibly. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" Very true, Peer Gynt; lack of right feeling Makes the hoof-man get the best catch. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" This is a confounded confused story, ... Listen, I renounce being myself; ... It might be difficult to prove it. I consider that part of the matter lost. But recently, when I wandered here alone through the pine forest, I felt my conscience gnawing seriously; I said to myself: you are a sinner after all. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" Now you seem to be starting afresh ... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Oh no, not at all; a great sinner, I mean; Not only in deeds, but also in words and will. Abroad I have lived scandalously ... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" Maybe; but I would need to see it registered. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, just give me time, then I will look for a priest, And confess headlong, and bring you his certificate. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" Yes, if you bring that, then it's in order, And you will be spared the ladle question. But my order, Peer ... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" That paper is old; It must date from an earlier time; ... Then I lived a time, so sickly and weak, And played prophet and believed in Fate. So, may I try? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" Yes, but ...! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Oh, come on, ... You surely don't have so much to do, Here in the district the air is so healthy; ... People live so much longer because of it. Remember what the priest of Justedal wrote: "It rarely happens that anyone dies here in the valley." :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" To the next crossroads ... but then no longer. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" A priest, even if I have to grab one with tongs! :::

:::stage (trots off). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Heath hill. The road winds upward. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" He can still serve me for many things, Said Esben, and picked up a magpie wing. Who would have thought that his load of sin Would set him free on his last evening? Well, really the matter is just as ugly, For it brings me from the ash into the fire after all; ... But there is also a comforting word, old and tried, ... Which says: as long as there is life, there is hope.

(A thin person, in a high-girt priest's robe and with a fowler's net over his shoulder, walks quickly up the hill). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Who goes there? A priest with a bird-net? Peer, you are indeed the favorite of fortune! Good evening, reverend sir! The path is steep ... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" So it is; but what won't one do for a soul? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Aha; is there one who is going to heaven? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" No; I hope he is on another road. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Reverend sir, may I walk a bit with you? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" Gladly. Company is always welcome to me. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I have something on my mind, and ... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" Heraus! Forward! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" You see before you a respectable man. I have never sinned against the law; I have never sat behind bolt and lock. Yet, sometimes one loses firm footing And stumbles ... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" That happens to the best too ... ah yes! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" The little sins ... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" Little only? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes; Of sins "en gros" I have always kept myself free. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" Well, good friend, leave me then; ... I am not the man you take me for ... You look at my finger? What do you see there? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" A remarkably developed nail system. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" And now? You look so at my foot? :::

:::stage (pointing) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Is that hoof real? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" Yes, I flatter myself it is. :::

:::stage (takes off his hat) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I would have sworn you were a priest; And so I have the honor ... Well, better is best; If the hall door is open ... avoid the kitchen; If you can get to the king ... leave the lackey standing! :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" Your hand! You seem to me without prejudice. Now, dear friend, how can I serve you? But you must not ask me for power or money, That I cannot give you, even if you were to hang me. You cannot imagine what a slump there is in business. There is such a tremendous decline in turnover; No supply of souls; but now and then A single one ... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Has mankind improved so noticeably then? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" On the contrary, it has actually shamefully deteriorated: Most end up in the ladle. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, yes ... I have heard something about that ladle; It was actually because of it that I came. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" Speak freely! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" If it is not indiscreet, Then I would like to wish ... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" A refuge? What? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" You guess my request already, before I utter it. Business, you say, is not particularly good; Perhaps you will therefore not be too precise ... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" But, dear friend ... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" My demands are not excessive. Any payment is really not necessary at all; Only friendly company, according to circumstance and place. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" Warm room? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Not too warm; ... and preferably Permission to leave again, freely and openly, ... The right, as it is called, to withdraw, If opportunity arises to get something better. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" My good friend, that will be difficult; You would not believe what a mass of requests Of similar content people send me, When they have to leave their earthly work. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" But if I recall my past life now, Then I think the right of access is due to me ... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" It was only small work though ... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" As they say; ... But it just occurred to me, I traded in Negroes ... :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" They traded in senses and wills, But they did it stupidly, and did not get in either. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" I also sent many Brahma figures to China. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" What bombast and bluff! That makes us laugh! There are those who send out worse figures In sermons, in arts and literature ... Yet they must stay outside ... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" But more ... You must know, ... I have played prophet. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" Abroad? Humbug! Most of the gazers "Ins Blaue" end up in the ladle. If you have nothing else to boast of, Then I cannot, to my regret, give you shelter. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, listen ...: I was shipwrecked ... sat on a wreck ... And a drowning man grasps at a straw, And it is written: self-preservation is the first law, And so, half through me, a cook lost his life. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" I would rather have heard that a kitchen maid At the same time lost something else, half through you. What kind of talk is that about "half"? ... With all respect ... Who, do you think, wants to Stoke the precious fire, in times Like these, for such characterless people? Don't be angry; your sins are roguish tricks; Excuse me for speaking my mind bluntly ... No, dear friend, give that up; And make yourself familiar with the ladle idea. What do you gain if I give you bed and board? Think, after all; you are a clever man. Yes, you retain memory; that is true; ... But the outlook over the land behind you Becomes, for your heart and for your mind, An outlook over a barren plain. Nothing for you to cry over, laugh over, Nothing to rejoice or despair about; Only things to feel annoyed about. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" It is written: one cannot judge Where the shoe pinches if one has not worn it oneself. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" That is true; I have ... such and such believed, -- Only need for an odd boot. But it was lucky I spoke of boots; It reminds me I must go on ... I am out for roast meat, I hope fat and thick; And I am standing here wasting my time ... :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" And may I also ask, what sin-feeder Has fattened that fellow? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" As far as I know, He was always himself, by night and by day; And that, after all, is the main thing. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Himself? Does that kind come to your house then? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" As it happens; the door is at least ajar. Mark, one can be oneself in two ways: Be the right side or the wrong side. You know, they have just invented in Paris To make portraits with the help of the sun. One can produce direct images, Or negatives, which are equally valuable, ... Only that there light and shadow are reversed, ... And to laymen's eyes therefore look ugly; But likeness lies in them nevertheless, And it's only a matter of bringing it out. If a soul in its earthly course Has photographed itself negatively, Is the plate therefore broken? ... One simply sends it to me. I then take it under further treatment, And suitable means produce the change. We steam, we bathe, we burn, we polish, With sulfur and more such ingredients, Until the image appears that the plate should have given, ... That is, what is called the positive. But if one, like you, has half erased oneself, ... Then no sulfur or potash helps. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" So whoever comes to you, black as a raven, leaves As a white partridge? May I ask what name Is written under the negative portrait That you now have to turn into a positive? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" It says Peter Gynt. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Peter Gynt? Oh, come! And is Gynt himself? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" He swears it, yes. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Well, he is credible, that Mr. Peer. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" Do you know him perhaps? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Oh yes, somewhat; ... One knows many people. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" I have little time ... Where did you last see him? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" That was at the Cape. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" Di buona speranza! :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, but he left again With the next ship, if I remember correctly. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE THIN ONE" Then I must go there, immediately. If only I can catch him in time! That Cape land ... I always had a dislike for it; There are those wicked missionaries from Stavanger. :::

:::stage (southward, away). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Such a fool! There he goes off Like a panting dog, with his tongue hanging out! It was a delight to hoodwink him. Such a fellow thinks a lot of himself and plays the boss! It's well worth making a fuss about. His trade won't keep his mouth open; He'll soon fall off the bone with all his bustle ... Hm, I am not sitting very securely in the saddle either; I am expelled, so to speak, from the nobility of selfhood. :::

:::stage (a shooting star lights up; he nods to it). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Greetings from Peer Gynt, brother meteor! Flare up, go out, and vanish in an instant...

(Shivers as if in fear, and walks deeper into the mists; after a while of silence he cries out:)

Is there no one, no one in all the turmoil... No one in the abyss, no one in heaven...!

(He reappears a bit lower down, throws his hat on the ground and clutches his hair with his hands. Gradually he becomes calmer.) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" So inexpressibly poor can a human soul Fall back into the gray mists of Nothing. O glorious earth, do not be angry That I trod upon your grass without doing any good. O glorious sun, who sent your beams Into an empty hut where no person welcomed them. There was no one inside to warm, to cherish,... The owner, they said, was always away. Glorious sun, and glorious earth, Why did you let my mother be born into your light? Spirit is scarce, nature is wasteful, It is hard to pay for one's birth with one's life... I want to go upward, to the very high peaks; Once more I want to see the sun rise, Gaze tiredly upon the promised land, Find my resting place in a snowfall; There one can write: "here lies no one buried." And then,... after that...! Let it go as it may. :::

:::stage (Churchgoers sing on the forest path). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Blessed morning, When fiery tongues From God's kingdom descended on earth! From the earth now rise The songs of children's children, In praise of the Holy Spirit! :::

:::stage (shrinks back in fright) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Do not look there! There is night and ruin... I fear I was dead long before I died! :::

:::stage (Wants to sneak away through the thicket, but comes to a crossroads). :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" Good morning, Peer Gynt, where is the sin register? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Wouldn't you think that I called and whistled At everything within my reach? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" And you found nobody? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Nobody,... except a traveling photographer. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" Yes, the reprieve is over. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Everything is over. The owl scents prey. Do you hear him hooting? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" I only hear bells... :::

:::stage (pointing) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What is that shining there? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" That's only a light in a hut. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What is that sound...? :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" That's only a singing woman. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Yes, there,... there I will find My sin register... :::

:::stage (seizes him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" Set your house in order! :::

:::stage (They have come out of the wood and stand by the hut. Day breaks). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Set my house in order? There it is! Away! Go! Even if the ladle were as big as a chest... There would be no room for me and my list of sins. :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" To the third crossroads, Peer; but then...! :::

:::stage (he turns aside and disappears). :::

:::stage (closer to the house) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Back and forth, it's the same distance. Out or in, it's the same path. (Stops). No!... Like a wild, infinite lament Is going home, entering, and returning again. :::

:::stage (takes a few steps further, but stops again). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Around, said the Boyg! :::

:::stage (hears singing in the hut). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" No, this time Straight through, however difficult it may be!

(He runs quickly toward the house; at the same moment Solvejg comes out of the door, dressed for church and with her hymnbook wrapped in a handkerchief; a staff in her hand. She stands upright, tall and gentle.) :::

:::stage (he falls down on the threshold) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" If you want to damn a sinner, speak it out! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" There he is! There he is! God be praised! :::

:::stage (seeks for him, groping). :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Cry out how heavily I have sinned! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" My only boy! You have not sinned! :::

:::stage (gropes again and finds him). :::

:::stage (behind the house) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE BUTTON-MOLDER" The register, Peer Gynt? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Cry out my crime! :::

:::stage (sits down beside him) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" Through you my life became a beautiful song. Blessed be that you came to me again! Blessed be the Pentecost feast, when we meet again. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Then I am lost! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" There is One who knows a remedy. :::

:::stage (laughs) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Lost! Unless you can solve riddles! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" Name them. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Name them! Well, yes! Come on! Can you say where Peer Gynt has been all this time? :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" Been? :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Carrying the mark of destiny in his breast! Been... as God willed and thought him! Can you say that? If not, then I must go... And perish in the mist lands. :::

:::stage (smiles) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" Oh, that is easy to guess. :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Then tell me what you know! Where was I, as myself, as the whole, the true? Where was I, marked with God's stamp in my being? :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" In my faith, in my hope, and in my love. :::

:::stage (recoils) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" What are you saying...! Hush! Those words are delusion! Of the boy in me, you yourself were the mother! :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" That I am, yes; but who is his father? He is the one who forgives at a mother's prayers. :::

:::stage (a light passes over him; he cries out) :::

:::dialogue speaker="PEER GYNT" Mother! Wife! Pure, innocent maiden!... O, hide me, hide me in your soul!

(He clings to her and hides his face in her lap. Long silence. The sun rises.) :::

:::stage (singing softly) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" Sleep now, my dearest boy! I will rock you, I will watch... My boy sat on his mother's lap. They played together all their life long. My boy slept at his mother's breast All his life long. God bless you, my joy! My boy lay so close to my heart All his life. Now he is so tired. Sleep now, my dearest boy! I will rock you, I will watch! :::

:::stage (behind the house) :::

:::dialogue speaker="THE VOICE OF THE BUTTON-MOLDER" We will meet again at the last crossroads; And then we shall see if...; I say no more. :::

:::stage (sings louder in the light of day) :::

:::dialogue speaker="SOLVEJG" I will rock you, I will watch;... Sleep and dream now, my dearest! :::

:::dialogue speaker="AANTEEKENINGEN" [1] A peasant dance.

[2] "den store Böjgen" = literally: "the great Bend". It means all half-heartedness, everything that does not dare boldly, but goes by roundabout ways and bends and seeks excuses. Here an invisible, intangible, elusive symbolic specter that encloses and impedes Peer Gynt on all sides. (Trans.) :::