Complete Works of Henrik Ibsen (108 page)

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ONE OF THE GROUP
Peer, ride through the air a bit!

 

MANY
Do, dear Peer Gynt — !

 

PEER
You may spare you the trouble of begging so hard.
I will ride like a hurricane over you all!
Every man in the parish shall fall at my feet!

 

AN ELDERLY MAN
Now he is clean off his head.

 

ANOTHER
The dolt!

 

A THIRD
Braggart!

 

A FOURTH
Liar!

 

PEER
[threatening them]
Ay, wait till you see!

 

A MAN
[half drunk]
Ay, wait; you’ll soon get your jacket dusted!

 

OTHERS
Your back beaten tender! Your eyes painted blue!
[The crowd disperses, the elder men angry, the younger laughing and jeering.]

 

THE BRIDEGROOM
[close to PEER GYNT]
Peer, is it true you can ride through the air?

 

PEER
[shortly]
It’s all true, Mads! You must know I’m a rare one!

 

THE BRIDEGROOM
Then have you got the Invisible Cloak too?

 

PEER
The Invisible Hat, do you mean? Yes, I have.
[Turns away from him. SOLVEIG crosses the yard, leading little HELGA.]

 

PEER
[goes towards them; his face lights up]
Solveig! Oh, it is well you have come!
[Takes hold of her wrist.]
Now will I swing you round fast and fine!

 

SOLVEIG
Loose me!

 

PEER
Wherefore?

 

SOLVEIG
You are so wild.

 

PEER
The reindeer is wild, too, when summer is dawning.
Come then, lass; do not be wayward now!

 

SOLVEIG
[withdrawing her arm]
Dare not.

 

PEER
Wherefore?

 

SOLVEIG
No, you’ve been drinking.
[Moves off with HELGA.]

 

PEER
Oh, if I had but my knife-blade driven
clean through the heart of them, — one and all!

 

THE BRIDEGROOM
[nudging him with his elbow]
Peer, can’t you help me to get at the bride?

 

PEER
[absently]
The bride? Where is she?

 

THE BRIDEGROOM
In the store-house.

 

PEER
Ah.

 

THE BRIDEGROOM
Oh, dear Peer Gynt, you must try at least!

 

PEER
No, you must get on without my help.
[A thought strikes him; he says softly but sharply:]
Ingrid! The store-house!
[Goes Up to SOLVEIG.]
Have you thought better on’t?

 

 

Peer and Solveig at the Wedding

 

[SOLVEIG tries to go; he blocks her path.]
You’re ashamed to, because I’ve the look of a tramp.

 

SOLVEIG
[hastily]
No, that you haven’t; that’s not true at all!

 

PEER
Yes! And I’ve taken a drop as well;
but that was to spite you, because you had hurt me.
Come then!

 

SOLVEIG
Even if I would now, I daren’t.

 

PEER
Who are you frightened of?

 

SOLVEIG
Father, most.

 

PEER
Father? Ay, ay; he is one of the quiet ones!
One of the godly, eh? — Answer, come!

 

SOLVEIG
What shall I say?

 

PEER
Is your father a psalm-singer?
And you and your mother as well, no doubt?
Come, will you speak?

 

SOLVEIG
Let me go in peace.

 

PEER
No!
[In a low but sharp and threatening tone.]
I can turn myself into a troll!
I’ll come to your bedside at midnight to-night.
If you should hear some one hissing and spitting,
you mustn’t imagine it’s only the cat.
It’s me, lass! I’ll drain out your blood in a cup,
and your little sister, I’ll eat her up;
ay, you must know I’m a werewolf at night; —
I’ll bite you all over the loins and the back —
[Suddenly changes his tone, and entreats, as if in dread:]
Dance with me, Solveig!

 

SOLVEIG
[looking darkly at him]
Then you were grim.
[Goes into the house.]

 

THE BRIDEGROOM
[comes sidling up again]
I’ll give you an ox if you’ll help me!

 

PEER
Then come!
[They go out behind the house. At the same moment a crowd of men come up from the dancing-green; most of them
are drunk. Noise and hubbub. SOLVEIG, HELGA, and their PARENTS
appear among a number of elderly people in the doorway.]

 

THE MASTER-COOK
[to the SMITH, who is the foremost of the crowd]
Keep peace now!

 

THE SMITH
[pulling off his jacket]
No, we must fight it out here.
Peer Gynt or I must be taught a lesson.

 

SOME VOICES
Ay, let them fight for it!

 

OTHERS
No, only wrangle!

 

THE SMITH
Fists must decide; for the case is past
words.

 

SOLVEIG’S FATHER
Control yourself, man!

 

HELGA
Will they beat him, mother?

 

A LAD
Let us rather tease him with all his lies!

 

ANOTHER
Kick him out of the company!

 

A THIRD
Spit in his eyes!

 

A FOURTH
[to the SMITH]
You’re not backing out, smith?

 

THE SMITH
[flinging away his jacket]
The jade shall be slaughtered!

 

SOLVEIG’S MOTHER
[to SOLVEIG]
There, you can see how that windbag is thought of.

 

ÅSE
[coming up with a stick in her hand]
Is that son of mine here? Now he’s in for a drubbing!
Oh! how heartily I will dang him!

 

THE SMITH
[rolling up his shirt-sleeves]
That switch is too light for a carcass like his.
The smith will dang him!

 

OTHERS
Bang him!

 

THE SMITH
[spits on his hands and nods to ÅSE]
Hang him!

 

ÅSE
What? Hang my Peer? Ay, just try if you dare; —
Åse and I, we have teeth and claws! —
Where is he?
[Calls across the yard:]
Peer!

 

THE BRIDEGROOM
[comes running up]
Oh, God’s death on the cross!
Come father, come mother, and — !

 

HIS FATHER
What is the matter?

 

THE BRIDEGROOM
Just fancy, Peer Gynt — !

 

ÅSE
[screams]
Have they taken his life?

 

THE BRIDEGROOM
No, but Peer Gynt — ! Look, there on the
hillside — !

 

THE CROWD
With the bride!

 

ÅSE
[lets her stick sink]
Oh, the beast!

 

THE SMITH
[as if thunderstruck]
Where the slope rises sheerest
he’s clambering upwards, by God, like a goat!

 

THE BRIDEGROOM
[crying]
He’s shouldered her, mother, as I might a pig!

 

ÅSE
[shaking her fist up at him]
Would God you might fall, and — !
[Screams out in terror.]
Take care of your footing!

 

THE HEGSTAD FARMER
[comes in, bare-headed and white with rage]
I’ll have his life for this bride-rape yet!

 

ÅSE
Oh no, God punish me if I let you!
* * * * *

 

SCENE FIRS
T

 

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

 

PEER
Get you from me!

 

INGRID
[weeping]
After this, Peer?
Whither?

 

PEER
Where you will for me.

 

INGRID
[wringing her hands]
Oh, what falsehood!

 

PEER
Useless railing.
Each alone must go his way.

 

INGRID
Sin — and sin again unites us!

 

PEER
Devil take all recollections!
Devil take the tribe of women —
all but one — !

 

INGRID
Who is that one, pray?

 

PEER
‘Tis not you.

 

INGRID
Who is it then?

 

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

 

INGRID
Dearest, sweetest —

 

PEER
Peace!

 

INGRID
You cannot mean it, surely,
what you’re saying?

 

PEER
Can and do.

 

INGRID
First to lure — and then forsake me!

 

PEER
And what terms have you to offer?

 

INGRID
Hegstad Farm, and more besides.

 

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

 

INGRID
No, but —

 

PEER
Went you to the pastor
this last spring-tide?

 

INGRID
No, but Peer —

 

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

 

INGRID
Heaven! I think his wits are going!

 

PEER
Does your presence sanctify?
Speak!

 

INGRID
No, but —

 

PEER
What’s all the rest then?
[Going.]

 

INGRID
[blocking his way]
Know you it will cost your neck
should you fail me?

 

PEER
What do I care?

 

INGRID
You may win both wealth and honour
if you take me —

 

PEER
Can’t afford.

 

INGRID
[bursting into tears]
Oh, you lured me — !

 

PEER
You were willing.

 

INGRID
I was desperate!

 

PEER
Frantic I.

 

INGRID
[threatening]
Dearly shall you pay for this!

 

PEER
Dearest payment cheap I’ll reckon.

 

INGRID
Is your purpose set?

 

PEER
Like flint.

 

INGRID
Good! we’ll see, then, who’s the winner!
[Goes downwards.]

 

PEER
[stands silent a moment, then cries:]
Devil take all recollections!
Devil take the tribe of women!

 

INGRID
[turning her head, and calling mockingly upwards:]
All but one!

 

PEER
Yes, all but one.
[They go their several ways.]

 

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