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"How many did you kill?
"
They shrieked at him. "Murderer! Traitor! Spy! "
He did not answer; but the waiting mob
Heard a small voice cry: "Daddy! " and a child
Of six years' age ran from a house close by,
And struggled to remain and clasped his knees,
Saying, "He is my daddy. Don't hurt him!
He is my daddy--" "Down with the cursed spy!
Shoot him at once! " a hundred voices said;
"Then we can get on with our work! " Their yells,
The clangour of the tocsin, and the roar
Of cannon mingled. 'Mid the dreadful noise,
The child, still clinging to his father's knees,
Cried, "I tell you he's my daddy. Let him go! "
Pale, tearful, with one arm thrown out to shield
His father, and the other round his leg,
The child stood. "He is pretty! " said a girl.
"How old are you, my little one? " The child
Answered, "Don't kill my daddy! " Many men
Lowered their eyes, and the fierce hands that gripped
The prisoner began to loose their hold.
"Send the kid to its mother! " one man cried,
"And end this job! " "His mother died last month,"
The prisoner said. "Do you know Catherine? "
He asked his little boy. "Yes," said the child,
"She lives next door to us. " "Then go to her,"
He said, in grave, calm, kindly tones. "No! No!
I cannot go without you! " cried his son.
"They're going to hurt you, daddy, all these men! "
The father whispered to the Communards
That held him. "Let me say good-bye to him,
And you can shoot me round the corner-house;
Or where you will! " They loosed their prisoner
A moment, and he said unto his child:
"You see, we're only playing. They are friends,
And I am going for a walk with them.
Be a good boy, my darling, and run home. "
Raising his face up to be kissed, the child
Smiled through his tears, and skipped into the house.
"Now," said his father to the silent mob,
"Where would you like to shoot me; by this wall,
Or round the corner? " Through the crowd of men,
Mad with the lust for blood, a shudder passed,
And with one voice they cried: "Go home! Go home! "
FOOTNOTES:
[M] English poetry of the last eighty years is fine in quality
and great in volume, but it would be difficult to maintain that it
is the finest and greatest poetry of the period. It was France that
produced the master-singer, and with rare generosity both Tennyson and
Swinburne acknowledged that Victor Hugo was their superior. The range
of power of the Frenchman was marvellous; he was a great novelist, a
great playwright, a great political writer; but, above all, he was a
poet. His immense force of imagination and narrative power is displayed
at its best in "The Legend of the Ages" ("La Legende des Siecles"). The
first part appeared in 1859, the second in 1877, and the last in 1883.
It consists of a series of historical and philosophic poems, in which
the story of the human race is depicted in the lightning flashes of a
resplendent imagination. Some of the poems, given here for the first
time in English, contain stories as fine as the masterpieces of the
great novelists.
HENRIK IBSEN[N]
The Master Builder
_Persons in the Drama_
HALVARD SOLNESS, _the Master Builder_
ALINE SOLNESS, _his wife_
DR. HERDAL, _physician_
KNUT BROVIK, _formerly an architect, now in Solness's employment_
RAGNAR BROVIK, _his son_
KAIA FOSLI, _his niece, book-keeper_
HILDA WANGEL
ACT I
SCENE. --_A plainly furnished work-room in the house of_ HALVARD
SOLNESS. _At the back, visible through an open door, is the
draughtsman's office, where sit_ KNUT BROVIK _and his son_,
RAGNAR, _occupied with plans and calculations. At the desk
in the outer office_ KAIA FOSLI _is writing in the ledger.
She is young, slight, and delicate-looking. She wears a
green shade over her eyes. All three work for some time
in silence_.
KNUT BROVIK _(rising as if in distress_): No, I can't
bear it much longer!
KAIA: You're feeling very ill, aren't you, uncle?
BROVIK: Oh, I seem to get worse every day!
RAGNAR _(advancing)_: You ought to go home, father.
BROVIK: Not till _he_ comes! I'm determined to have
it out--with the chief!
KAIA _(anxiously)_: Oh, no, uncle! Wait awhile.
Hush! I hear him on the stairs.
[_They go back to their work_. HALVARD SOLNESS, _mature,
healthy, vigorous, comes in_.
SOLNESS: Are they gone?
KAIA: No. _[She takes the shade off her eyes_.
SOLNESS _(approaching her and whispering_): Kaia!
Why do you always take off that shade when I come?
KAIA: I look so ugly with it on.
SOLNESS _(stroking her hair_): Poor, poor little
Kaia------
KAIA: Hush------
[BROVIK _comes into the front room_.
BROVIK: May I have a few words with you?
SOLNESS: Certainly.
[BROVIK _sends_ KAIA _out_.
BROVIK: It will soon be all over with me. (SOLNESS
_places him in an armchair_. ) Thanks. Well, you see, it's
about Ragnar. That weighs most upon me. What's to
become of him?
SOLNESS: Your son will stay with me as long as ever
he likes.
BROVIK: But he wants to have a chance. He must do
something on his own account.
SOLNESS: Well, but he has learnt nothing, except, of
course, to draw.
BROVIK: You had learnt little enough when you were
with me, and yet you cut me out. Now, how can you
have the heart to let me go to my grave without having
seen what Ragnar is fit for? And I'm anxious to see
him and Kaia married--before I go.
SOLNESS: I can't drag commissions down from the
moon for him.
BROVIK: He can have the building of that villa at Lovstrand,
if you would only approve of his plans, and
retire------
SOLNESS _(angrily):_ Retire? I?
BROVIK: From the agreement, that is.
SOLNESS: So that's it, is it? Halvard Solness to make
room for younger men! Never in the world!
BROVIK _(rising painfully_): Then I'm to die without
any certainty, any gleam of happiness or trust in Ragnar?
SOLNESS: You must pass out of life as best you can.
[BROVIK _reels_. RAGNAR _enters and takes his father
home. _ SOLNESS _detains_ KAIA.
SOLNESS: You want to marry Ragnar.
KAIA: I cared for him once--before I met you. I
can't be separated from you------
SOLNESS: Marry him as much as you please. Make
him stay here, and then I can keep _you_, too, my dear
Kaia.
KAIA _(sinks down before him_): Oh, how unspeakably
good you are to me!
SOLNESS: Get up! For goodness' sake get up! I
think I hear someone.
[MRS. SOLNESS _enters. She is wasted with grief, but has
once been beautiful_.
MRS. SOLNESS _(with a glance at_ KAIA): Halvard!
I'm afraid I'm disturbing you.
SOLNESS: Not in the least. What is it, Aline?
MRS. SOLNESS: Merely that Dr. Herdal is in the drawing-room.
SOLNESS: I'll come later on, dear--later on.
[_Exit_ MRS. SOLNESS.
KAIA: Oh, dear! Oh, dear! I'm sure Mrs. Solness
thinks ill of me in some way!
SOLNESS: Oh, not in the least! You'd better go now,
all the same, Kaia. And mind you get that matter about
Ragnar settled for me. Please give me Ragnar's drawings
before you go. I might glance over them.
KAIA _(happy):_ Oh, yes, please do!
[MRS. SOLNESS _and_ DR. HERDAL _enter_.
MRS. SOLNESS: Halvard, I cannot keep the doctor any
longer.
SOLNESS: Well, then, come in here.
KAIA: Good-night, Mrs. Solness.
[KAIA _goes out_.
MRS. SOLNESS: She must be quite an acquisition to you,
Halvard, this Miss Fosli.
SOLNESS: Yes, indeed. She's useful in all sorts of
ways.
MRS. SOLNESS: So it seems.
[MRS. SOLNESS _goes out_.
SOLNESS: Tell me, doctor, did you notice anything odd
about Aline?
DR. HERDAL _(smiling_): Well, one couldn't help noticing
that your wife--h'm------
SOLNESS: Well?
DR. HERDAL: That your wife isn't particularly fond
of this Miss Fosli. There's nothing of any sort in the
case, is there?
SOLNESS: Not on _my_ side.
DR. HERDAL: On hers, then?
SOLNESS: Hardly a fair question! Still, you know
she's engaged to Ragnar; but since she came here she
seemed to drift quite away from _him_.
DR. HERDAL: She drifted over to you, then?
SOLNESS: Yes, entirely. She quivers when she comes
near me.
DR. HERDAL: Why on earth don't you tell your wife
the rights of it?
SOLNESS: Because I seem to find a sort of--of salutary
self-sacrifice in allowing Aline to do me an injustice.
It's like paying off a little bit of a huge, immeasurable
debt I owe her. Oh, I know she thinks I'm ill--crazy.
And, I think, so do you.
DR. HERDAL: And what then?
SOLNESS: Then I dare say you fancy I'm an extremely
happy man--Solness, the master builder!
DR. HERDAL: You've certainly had luck on your side.
First of all, the home of your wife's family was burnt
down for you. A great grief to her--but _you_ rose on the
ruins. Yes, you've had luck.
SOLNESS: But luck must turn. The younger generation
will come knocking at my door. Then there's an
end of Halvard Solness, the master builder. (_A knock
at the door. Starts_. ) What's that?
DR. HERDAL: Someone is knocking at the door.
SOLNESS (_loudly_): Come in!
[HILDA WANGEL _enters. She is dressed in a tourist
costume, skirt caught up for walking, and carries
a knapsack and alpenstock_.
HILDA: You don't recognise me?
SOLNESS (_doubtfully_): No. I must admit that--just
for the moment.
DR. HERDAL: But I recognise you, Miss Wangel.
SOLNESS: Wangel? You must be the doctor's daughter
up at Lysanger?
HILDA: Yes.
Who else's daughter should I be?
[SOLNESS _calls in his wife, an old friend of_ MISS
WANGEL'S. HILDA _asks leave to stay the night_. MRS.
SOLNESS _consents amiably. She and the doctor go
out. _ HILDA and SOLNESS _alone_.
HILDA: Mr. Solness, have you a bad memory?
SOLNESS: Not that I'm aware of.
HILDA: Don't you remember what happened up at Lysanger?
SOLNESS: It was nothing much, was it?
HILDA: How can you say that? Don't you remember
how you climbed the new church tower when it was
finished, and hung a great wreath on the weather-cock; and
how I stood with the other white-frocked schoolgirls and
screamed, "Hurrah for Mr. Solness? " And you sang up
there--like harps in the air! And afterwards you
kissed me, kissed me and said in ten years I'd be _your_
princess, and you'd come back and give me a castle in
Spain--a kingdom--
SOLNESS (_open-mouthed_): _I_ did?
HILDA: Yes, _you_. Well, the ten years are up to-day.
I want my kingdom! Out with my kingdom, Mr. Solness!
On the table!
SOLNESS: But, seriously, what do you want to do here?
HILDA: I don't want that stupid imaginary kingdom--I've
set my heart upon quite a different one.
SOLNESS (_gazing at her_): I seem--it's strange--to
have gone about all these years torturing myself with the
effort to recover something--some experience which I
seem to have forgotten. What a good thing it is that
you have come to me now. I'd begun to be so afraid--so
terribly afraid of the younger generation. One day
they'll thunder at my door.
HILDA: Then I'd go out and open it. Let them come
in to you on friendly terms, as it were.
SOLNESS: No, no, no! The younger generation--it
means retribution.
HILDA (_with quivering lips_): Can _I_ be of any use to
you, Mr. Solness?
SOLNESS: Yes, you can. For you, too, come--under
a new banner, it seems to me. Youth marshalled against
youth! _You_ are the very one I have most needed.
HILDA (_with happy, wondering eyes_): Oh, heavens, how
lovely!
SOLNESS: What?
HILDA: Then I _have_ my kingdom!
SOLNESS _(involuntarily)_: Hilda!
HILDA _(with quivering lips): Almost_--I was going to say.
[_She goes out_. SOLNESS _follows her_.
ACT II
SCENE. --_A small drawing-room in the house of_ SOLNESS. SOLNESS _is
examining_ RAGNAR BROVIK'S _drawings_. MRS. SOLNESS _is
attending to her flowers_.
SOLNESS: Is she still asleep?
MRS. SOLNESS _(looking at him_): Is it Miss Wangel
you are sitting there thinking about? She was up long
ago.
SOLNESS: Oh, was she? So we've found a use for one
of our three nurseries, after all, Aline, now that Hilda
occupies one of them.
MRS. SOLNESS: Yes, we have. Their emptiness is
dreadful.
SOLNESS: We'll get on far better after this, Aline.
Things will be easier.
MRS. SOLNESS: Because _she_ has come?
SOLNESS _(checking himself_): I mean when once we've
moved into our new house. It's for your sake I've
built it.
MRS. SOLNESS: You do far too much for me.
SOLNESS: I can't bear to hear you say that. Stick to
what I said. Things 'll be easier in the new place.
MRS. SOLNESS _(lamenting)_: Oh heavens, easier!
Halvard, you can never build up a real home again for
_me. This_ is no home; It will be just as desolate, as
empty there as here.
[HILDA WANGEL _comes in_.
HILDA: Good-morning, Mr. Solness!
SOLNESS (_nods_): Slept well?
HILDA: Deliciously! As if in a cradle. Oh, I lay
and stretched myself like--like a princess. But I
dreamed I was falling over a precipice. It's tremendously
thrilling when you fall and fall----
MRS. SOLNESS (_ready to go out_): I must go into town
now, Halvard. (_To_ HILDA) And I'll try to get one or
two things that may be of use to you.
HILDA: Oh, you dear, sweet Mrs. Solness. You're
frightfully kind----
MRS. SOLNESS: It's only my duty.
[MRS. SOLNESS _goes out_.
HILDA: What made her say that about her duty?
Doesn't it sting you?
SOLNESS: H'm! Haven't thought much about it.
HILDA: Yes it does. Why should she talk in that
way? She might have said something really warm and
cordial, you understand.
SOLNESS: Is that how you'd like to have it?
HILDA: Yes, precisely. (_She wanders over to the
table and looks over_ RAGNAR'S _portfolio of drawings_. )
Are all these drawings yours?
SOLNESS: No; they're drawn by a young man I employ.
HILDA (_sits down_): Then I suppose he's frightfully
clever.
SOLNESS: Oh, he's not bad, for my purpose.
HILDA: I can't understand why you should be so
stupid as to go about teaching people. No one but yourself
should be allowed to build.
SOLNESS: I keep brooding on that very thought.
(_Calling her to the window_) Look over there; that's
my new house.
HILDA: It seems to have a tremendously high tower.
Are there nurseries in _that_ house, too?
SOLNESS: Three--as there are here. But there will
never be any child in them. We have had children,
Aline and I, but we didn't keep them long, our two
little boys. The fright Aline got when our old house
was burnt down affected her health, and she failed to
rear them. Yet that fire made me. I built no more
churches; but cosy, comfortable homes for human beings.
But my position as an artist has been paid for in Aline's
happiness. I could have prevented that fire by seeing to
a flue. But I didn't. And yet the flue didn't actually
cause the fire. Yet it was my fault in a certain sense.
HILDA: I'm afraid you must be--ill.
SOLNESS: I don't think I'll ever be quite of sound
mind on that point.
[RAGNAR _enters, and begs a few kind words about his
drawings to cheer his father, who is dying_. SOLNESS
_dismisses him almost brutally, and bids him never
think of building on his own account_.
HILDA (_when_ RAGNAR _has gone_): That was horribly
ugly--and hard and bad and cruel as well.
SOLNESS: Oh, you don't understand my position,
which I've paid so dear for. _(Confidentially)_ Hilda,
don't you agree with me that there exists special chosen
people, who have the power of desiring, _craving_ a thing,
until at last it _has_ to happen? And aren't there helpers
and servers who must do their part too? But they never
come of themselves. One has to call them very persistently,
inwardly. So the fire happened conveniently
for me; but the two little boys and Aline were sacrificed.
She will never be the woman she longed to be.
HILDA: I believe you have a sickly conscience. I
should like your conscience to be thoroughly robust.
SOLNESS: Is _yours_ robust?
HILDA: I think it is.
SOLNESS: I think the Vikings had robust consciences.
And the women they used to carry off had robust consciences,
too. They often wouldn't leave their captors
on any account.
HILDA: These women I can understand exceedingly
well.
SOLNESS: Could you come to love a man like that?
HILDA: One can't choose whom one's going to love.
SOLNESS: Hilda, there's something of the bird of prey
in you!
HILDA: And why not? Why shouldn't I go a-hunting
as well as the rest? Tell me, Mr. Solness, have you
never called me to you--inwardly, you know?
SOLNESS _(softly)_: I almost think I must have.
HILDA: What did you want with me?
SOLNESS: You are the younger generation, Hilda.
HILDA: Which you fear so much----
SOLNESS: Towards which, in my heart, I yearn so
deeply.
[_In the next scene_ HILDA _compels_ SOLNESS _to write a
few kind words on_ RAGNAR'S _drawings, and send
them to_ BROVIK. _He entrusts the portfolio to_ KAIA,
_and thereupon dismisses her and_ RAGNAR _from his
service. _ MRS. SOLNESS _re-enters. _
MRS. SOLNESS: Are you really dismissing them, Halvard?
SOLNESS: Yes.
MRS. SOLNESS: Her as well?
SOLNESS: Wasn't that what you wished?
MRS. SOLNESS: But how can you get on without
_her_----? Oh, no doubt you've someone else in reserve,
Halvard.
HILDA _(playfully)_: Well, _I_ for one am not the person
to stand at that desk.
SOLNESS: Never mind, never mind. It'll be all right,
Aline. Now for moving into our new home--as quickly
as we can. This evening we'll hang up the wreath--right
on the pinnacle of the tower. What do you say to
that, Hilda?
HILDA _(with sparkling eyes_): It'll be splendid to see
you up so high once more.
MRS. SOLNESS: For heaven's sake, don't, Miss Wangel.
My husband! --when he always gets so dizzy.
HILDA: He--dizzy? I've seen him with my own eyes
at the top of a high church tower.
MRS. SOLNESS: Impossible!
SOLNESS: True, all the same.
MRS. SOLNESS: You, who can't even go out on the
second-floor balcony?
SOLNESS: You will see something different this evening.
MRS. SOLNESS: You're ill, you're ill! I'll write at
once to the doctor. Oh, God, Oh, God!
[_She goes out. _
HILDA: Don't tell me _my_ master builder daren't, _cannot_
climb as high as he builds. You promised me a kingdom,
and then you went and--well! Don't tell me you
can ever be dizzy!
SOLNESS: This evening, then, we'll hang up the wreath,
Princess Hilda.
HILDA (_bitterly_): Over your new home--yes.
SOLNESS: Over the new house, which will never be a
_home_ for _me_.
HILDA (_looks straight in front of her with a far-away
expression, and whispers to herself. The only words
audible are_): Frightfully thrilling----
ACT III
SCENE. --_A large, broad verandah attached to_ SOLNESS'S
_dwelling-house. A flight of steps leads down to the garden
below.
They shrieked at him. "Murderer! Traitor! Spy! "
He did not answer; but the waiting mob
Heard a small voice cry: "Daddy! " and a child
Of six years' age ran from a house close by,
And struggled to remain and clasped his knees,
Saying, "He is my daddy. Don't hurt him!
He is my daddy--" "Down with the cursed spy!
Shoot him at once! " a hundred voices said;
"Then we can get on with our work! " Their yells,
The clangour of the tocsin, and the roar
Of cannon mingled. 'Mid the dreadful noise,
The child, still clinging to his father's knees,
Cried, "I tell you he's my daddy. Let him go! "
Pale, tearful, with one arm thrown out to shield
His father, and the other round his leg,
The child stood. "He is pretty! " said a girl.
"How old are you, my little one? " The child
Answered, "Don't kill my daddy! " Many men
Lowered their eyes, and the fierce hands that gripped
The prisoner began to loose their hold.
"Send the kid to its mother! " one man cried,
"And end this job! " "His mother died last month,"
The prisoner said. "Do you know Catherine? "
He asked his little boy. "Yes," said the child,
"She lives next door to us. " "Then go to her,"
He said, in grave, calm, kindly tones. "No! No!
I cannot go without you! " cried his son.
"They're going to hurt you, daddy, all these men! "
The father whispered to the Communards
That held him. "Let me say good-bye to him,
And you can shoot me round the corner-house;
Or where you will! " They loosed their prisoner
A moment, and he said unto his child:
"You see, we're only playing. They are friends,
And I am going for a walk with them.
Be a good boy, my darling, and run home. "
Raising his face up to be kissed, the child
Smiled through his tears, and skipped into the house.
"Now," said his father to the silent mob,
"Where would you like to shoot me; by this wall,
Or round the corner? " Through the crowd of men,
Mad with the lust for blood, a shudder passed,
And with one voice they cried: "Go home! Go home! "
FOOTNOTES:
[M] English poetry of the last eighty years is fine in quality
and great in volume, but it would be difficult to maintain that it
is the finest and greatest poetry of the period. It was France that
produced the master-singer, and with rare generosity both Tennyson and
Swinburne acknowledged that Victor Hugo was their superior. The range
of power of the Frenchman was marvellous; he was a great novelist, a
great playwright, a great political writer; but, above all, he was a
poet. His immense force of imagination and narrative power is displayed
at its best in "The Legend of the Ages" ("La Legende des Siecles"). The
first part appeared in 1859, the second in 1877, and the last in 1883.
It consists of a series of historical and philosophic poems, in which
the story of the human race is depicted in the lightning flashes of a
resplendent imagination. Some of the poems, given here for the first
time in English, contain stories as fine as the masterpieces of the
great novelists.
HENRIK IBSEN[N]
The Master Builder
_Persons in the Drama_
HALVARD SOLNESS, _the Master Builder_
ALINE SOLNESS, _his wife_
DR. HERDAL, _physician_
KNUT BROVIK, _formerly an architect, now in Solness's employment_
RAGNAR BROVIK, _his son_
KAIA FOSLI, _his niece, book-keeper_
HILDA WANGEL
ACT I
SCENE. --_A plainly furnished work-room in the house of_ HALVARD
SOLNESS. _At the back, visible through an open door, is the
draughtsman's office, where sit_ KNUT BROVIK _and his son_,
RAGNAR, _occupied with plans and calculations. At the desk
in the outer office_ KAIA FOSLI _is writing in the ledger.
She is young, slight, and delicate-looking. She wears a
green shade over her eyes. All three work for some time
in silence_.
KNUT BROVIK _(rising as if in distress_): No, I can't
bear it much longer!
KAIA: You're feeling very ill, aren't you, uncle?
BROVIK: Oh, I seem to get worse every day!
RAGNAR _(advancing)_: You ought to go home, father.
BROVIK: Not till _he_ comes! I'm determined to have
it out--with the chief!
KAIA _(anxiously)_: Oh, no, uncle! Wait awhile.
Hush! I hear him on the stairs.
[_They go back to their work_. HALVARD SOLNESS, _mature,
healthy, vigorous, comes in_.
SOLNESS: Are they gone?
KAIA: No. _[She takes the shade off her eyes_.
SOLNESS _(approaching her and whispering_): Kaia!
Why do you always take off that shade when I come?
KAIA: I look so ugly with it on.
SOLNESS _(stroking her hair_): Poor, poor little
Kaia------
KAIA: Hush------
[BROVIK _comes into the front room_.
BROVIK: May I have a few words with you?
SOLNESS: Certainly.
[BROVIK _sends_ KAIA _out_.
BROVIK: It will soon be all over with me. (SOLNESS
_places him in an armchair_. ) Thanks. Well, you see, it's
about Ragnar. That weighs most upon me. What's to
become of him?
SOLNESS: Your son will stay with me as long as ever
he likes.
BROVIK: But he wants to have a chance. He must do
something on his own account.
SOLNESS: Well, but he has learnt nothing, except, of
course, to draw.
BROVIK: You had learnt little enough when you were
with me, and yet you cut me out. Now, how can you
have the heart to let me go to my grave without having
seen what Ragnar is fit for? And I'm anxious to see
him and Kaia married--before I go.
SOLNESS: I can't drag commissions down from the
moon for him.
BROVIK: He can have the building of that villa at Lovstrand,
if you would only approve of his plans, and
retire------
SOLNESS _(angrily):_ Retire? I?
BROVIK: From the agreement, that is.
SOLNESS: So that's it, is it? Halvard Solness to make
room for younger men! Never in the world!
BROVIK _(rising painfully_): Then I'm to die without
any certainty, any gleam of happiness or trust in Ragnar?
SOLNESS: You must pass out of life as best you can.
[BROVIK _reels_. RAGNAR _enters and takes his father
home. _ SOLNESS _detains_ KAIA.
SOLNESS: You want to marry Ragnar.
KAIA: I cared for him once--before I met you. I
can't be separated from you------
SOLNESS: Marry him as much as you please. Make
him stay here, and then I can keep _you_, too, my dear
Kaia.
KAIA _(sinks down before him_): Oh, how unspeakably
good you are to me!
SOLNESS: Get up! For goodness' sake get up! I
think I hear someone.
[MRS. SOLNESS _enters. She is wasted with grief, but has
once been beautiful_.
MRS. SOLNESS _(with a glance at_ KAIA): Halvard!
I'm afraid I'm disturbing you.
SOLNESS: Not in the least. What is it, Aline?
MRS. SOLNESS: Merely that Dr. Herdal is in the drawing-room.
SOLNESS: I'll come later on, dear--later on.
[_Exit_ MRS. SOLNESS.
KAIA: Oh, dear! Oh, dear! I'm sure Mrs. Solness
thinks ill of me in some way!
SOLNESS: Oh, not in the least! You'd better go now,
all the same, Kaia. And mind you get that matter about
Ragnar settled for me. Please give me Ragnar's drawings
before you go. I might glance over them.
KAIA _(happy):_ Oh, yes, please do!
[MRS. SOLNESS _and_ DR. HERDAL _enter_.
MRS. SOLNESS: Halvard, I cannot keep the doctor any
longer.
SOLNESS: Well, then, come in here.
KAIA: Good-night, Mrs. Solness.
[KAIA _goes out_.
MRS. SOLNESS: She must be quite an acquisition to you,
Halvard, this Miss Fosli.
SOLNESS: Yes, indeed. She's useful in all sorts of
ways.
MRS. SOLNESS: So it seems.
[MRS. SOLNESS _goes out_.
SOLNESS: Tell me, doctor, did you notice anything odd
about Aline?
DR. HERDAL _(smiling_): Well, one couldn't help noticing
that your wife--h'm------
SOLNESS: Well?
DR. HERDAL: That your wife isn't particularly fond
of this Miss Fosli. There's nothing of any sort in the
case, is there?
SOLNESS: Not on _my_ side.
DR. HERDAL: On hers, then?
SOLNESS: Hardly a fair question! Still, you know
she's engaged to Ragnar; but since she came here she
seemed to drift quite away from _him_.
DR. HERDAL: She drifted over to you, then?
SOLNESS: Yes, entirely. She quivers when she comes
near me.
DR. HERDAL: Why on earth don't you tell your wife
the rights of it?
SOLNESS: Because I seem to find a sort of--of salutary
self-sacrifice in allowing Aline to do me an injustice.
It's like paying off a little bit of a huge, immeasurable
debt I owe her. Oh, I know she thinks I'm ill--crazy.
And, I think, so do you.
DR. HERDAL: And what then?
SOLNESS: Then I dare say you fancy I'm an extremely
happy man--Solness, the master builder!
DR. HERDAL: You've certainly had luck on your side.
First of all, the home of your wife's family was burnt
down for you. A great grief to her--but _you_ rose on the
ruins. Yes, you've had luck.
SOLNESS: But luck must turn. The younger generation
will come knocking at my door. Then there's an
end of Halvard Solness, the master builder. (_A knock
at the door. Starts_. ) What's that?
DR. HERDAL: Someone is knocking at the door.
SOLNESS (_loudly_): Come in!
[HILDA WANGEL _enters. She is dressed in a tourist
costume, skirt caught up for walking, and carries
a knapsack and alpenstock_.
HILDA: You don't recognise me?
SOLNESS (_doubtfully_): No. I must admit that--just
for the moment.
DR. HERDAL: But I recognise you, Miss Wangel.
SOLNESS: Wangel? You must be the doctor's daughter
up at Lysanger?
HILDA: Yes.
Who else's daughter should I be?
[SOLNESS _calls in his wife, an old friend of_ MISS
WANGEL'S. HILDA _asks leave to stay the night_. MRS.
SOLNESS _consents amiably. She and the doctor go
out. _ HILDA and SOLNESS _alone_.
HILDA: Mr. Solness, have you a bad memory?
SOLNESS: Not that I'm aware of.
HILDA: Don't you remember what happened up at Lysanger?
SOLNESS: It was nothing much, was it?
HILDA: How can you say that? Don't you remember
how you climbed the new church tower when it was
finished, and hung a great wreath on the weather-cock; and
how I stood with the other white-frocked schoolgirls and
screamed, "Hurrah for Mr. Solness? " And you sang up
there--like harps in the air! And afterwards you
kissed me, kissed me and said in ten years I'd be _your_
princess, and you'd come back and give me a castle in
Spain--a kingdom--
SOLNESS (_open-mouthed_): _I_ did?
HILDA: Yes, _you_. Well, the ten years are up to-day.
I want my kingdom! Out with my kingdom, Mr. Solness!
On the table!
SOLNESS: But, seriously, what do you want to do here?
HILDA: I don't want that stupid imaginary kingdom--I've
set my heart upon quite a different one.
SOLNESS (_gazing at her_): I seem--it's strange--to
have gone about all these years torturing myself with the
effort to recover something--some experience which I
seem to have forgotten. What a good thing it is that
you have come to me now. I'd begun to be so afraid--so
terribly afraid of the younger generation. One day
they'll thunder at my door.
HILDA: Then I'd go out and open it. Let them come
in to you on friendly terms, as it were.
SOLNESS: No, no, no! The younger generation--it
means retribution.
HILDA (_with quivering lips_): Can _I_ be of any use to
you, Mr. Solness?
SOLNESS: Yes, you can. For you, too, come--under
a new banner, it seems to me. Youth marshalled against
youth! _You_ are the very one I have most needed.
HILDA (_with happy, wondering eyes_): Oh, heavens, how
lovely!
SOLNESS: What?
HILDA: Then I _have_ my kingdom!
SOLNESS _(involuntarily)_: Hilda!
HILDA _(with quivering lips): Almost_--I was going to say.
[_She goes out_. SOLNESS _follows her_.
ACT II
SCENE. --_A small drawing-room in the house of_ SOLNESS. SOLNESS _is
examining_ RAGNAR BROVIK'S _drawings_. MRS. SOLNESS _is
attending to her flowers_.
SOLNESS: Is she still asleep?
MRS. SOLNESS _(looking at him_): Is it Miss Wangel
you are sitting there thinking about? She was up long
ago.
SOLNESS: Oh, was she? So we've found a use for one
of our three nurseries, after all, Aline, now that Hilda
occupies one of them.
MRS. SOLNESS: Yes, we have. Their emptiness is
dreadful.
SOLNESS: We'll get on far better after this, Aline.
Things will be easier.
MRS. SOLNESS: Because _she_ has come?
SOLNESS _(checking himself_): I mean when once we've
moved into our new house. It's for your sake I've
built it.
MRS. SOLNESS: You do far too much for me.
SOLNESS: I can't bear to hear you say that. Stick to
what I said. Things 'll be easier in the new place.
MRS. SOLNESS _(lamenting)_: Oh heavens, easier!
Halvard, you can never build up a real home again for
_me. This_ is no home; It will be just as desolate, as
empty there as here.
[HILDA WANGEL _comes in_.
HILDA: Good-morning, Mr. Solness!
SOLNESS (_nods_): Slept well?
HILDA: Deliciously! As if in a cradle. Oh, I lay
and stretched myself like--like a princess. But I
dreamed I was falling over a precipice. It's tremendously
thrilling when you fall and fall----
MRS. SOLNESS (_ready to go out_): I must go into town
now, Halvard. (_To_ HILDA) And I'll try to get one or
two things that may be of use to you.
HILDA: Oh, you dear, sweet Mrs. Solness. You're
frightfully kind----
MRS. SOLNESS: It's only my duty.
[MRS. SOLNESS _goes out_.
HILDA: What made her say that about her duty?
Doesn't it sting you?
SOLNESS: H'm! Haven't thought much about it.
HILDA: Yes it does. Why should she talk in that
way? She might have said something really warm and
cordial, you understand.
SOLNESS: Is that how you'd like to have it?
HILDA: Yes, precisely. (_She wanders over to the
table and looks over_ RAGNAR'S _portfolio of drawings_. )
Are all these drawings yours?
SOLNESS: No; they're drawn by a young man I employ.
HILDA (_sits down_): Then I suppose he's frightfully
clever.
SOLNESS: Oh, he's not bad, for my purpose.
HILDA: I can't understand why you should be so
stupid as to go about teaching people. No one but yourself
should be allowed to build.
SOLNESS: I keep brooding on that very thought.
(_Calling her to the window_) Look over there; that's
my new house.
HILDA: It seems to have a tremendously high tower.
Are there nurseries in _that_ house, too?
SOLNESS: Three--as there are here. But there will
never be any child in them. We have had children,
Aline and I, but we didn't keep them long, our two
little boys. The fright Aline got when our old house
was burnt down affected her health, and she failed to
rear them. Yet that fire made me. I built no more
churches; but cosy, comfortable homes for human beings.
But my position as an artist has been paid for in Aline's
happiness. I could have prevented that fire by seeing to
a flue. But I didn't. And yet the flue didn't actually
cause the fire. Yet it was my fault in a certain sense.
HILDA: I'm afraid you must be--ill.
SOLNESS: I don't think I'll ever be quite of sound
mind on that point.
[RAGNAR _enters, and begs a few kind words about his
drawings to cheer his father, who is dying_. SOLNESS
_dismisses him almost brutally, and bids him never
think of building on his own account_.
HILDA (_when_ RAGNAR _has gone_): That was horribly
ugly--and hard and bad and cruel as well.
SOLNESS: Oh, you don't understand my position,
which I've paid so dear for. _(Confidentially)_ Hilda,
don't you agree with me that there exists special chosen
people, who have the power of desiring, _craving_ a thing,
until at last it _has_ to happen? And aren't there helpers
and servers who must do their part too? But they never
come of themselves. One has to call them very persistently,
inwardly. So the fire happened conveniently
for me; but the two little boys and Aline were sacrificed.
She will never be the woman she longed to be.
HILDA: I believe you have a sickly conscience. I
should like your conscience to be thoroughly robust.
SOLNESS: Is _yours_ robust?
HILDA: I think it is.
SOLNESS: I think the Vikings had robust consciences.
And the women they used to carry off had robust consciences,
too. They often wouldn't leave their captors
on any account.
HILDA: These women I can understand exceedingly
well.
SOLNESS: Could you come to love a man like that?
HILDA: One can't choose whom one's going to love.
SOLNESS: Hilda, there's something of the bird of prey
in you!
HILDA: And why not? Why shouldn't I go a-hunting
as well as the rest? Tell me, Mr. Solness, have you
never called me to you--inwardly, you know?
SOLNESS _(softly)_: I almost think I must have.
HILDA: What did you want with me?
SOLNESS: You are the younger generation, Hilda.
HILDA: Which you fear so much----
SOLNESS: Towards which, in my heart, I yearn so
deeply.
[_In the next scene_ HILDA _compels_ SOLNESS _to write a
few kind words on_ RAGNAR'S _drawings, and send
them to_ BROVIK. _He entrusts the portfolio to_ KAIA,
_and thereupon dismisses her and_ RAGNAR _from his
service. _ MRS. SOLNESS _re-enters. _
MRS. SOLNESS: Are you really dismissing them, Halvard?
SOLNESS: Yes.
MRS. SOLNESS: Her as well?
SOLNESS: Wasn't that what you wished?
MRS. SOLNESS: But how can you get on without
_her_----? Oh, no doubt you've someone else in reserve,
Halvard.
HILDA _(playfully)_: Well, _I_ for one am not the person
to stand at that desk.
SOLNESS: Never mind, never mind. It'll be all right,
Aline. Now for moving into our new home--as quickly
as we can. This evening we'll hang up the wreath--right
on the pinnacle of the tower. What do you say to
that, Hilda?
HILDA _(with sparkling eyes_): It'll be splendid to see
you up so high once more.
MRS. SOLNESS: For heaven's sake, don't, Miss Wangel.
My husband! --when he always gets so dizzy.
HILDA: He--dizzy? I've seen him with my own eyes
at the top of a high church tower.
MRS. SOLNESS: Impossible!
SOLNESS: True, all the same.
MRS. SOLNESS: You, who can't even go out on the
second-floor balcony?
SOLNESS: You will see something different this evening.
MRS. SOLNESS: You're ill, you're ill! I'll write at
once to the doctor. Oh, God, Oh, God!
[_She goes out. _
HILDA: Don't tell me _my_ master builder daren't, _cannot_
climb as high as he builds. You promised me a kingdom,
and then you went and--well! Don't tell me you
can ever be dizzy!
SOLNESS: This evening, then, we'll hang up the wreath,
Princess Hilda.
HILDA (_bitterly_): Over your new home--yes.
SOLNESS: Over the new house, which will never be a
_home_ for _me_.
HILDA (_looks straight in front of her with a far-away
expression, and whispers to herself. The only words
audible are_): Frightfully thrilling----
ACT III
SCENE. --_A large, broad verandah attached to_ SOLNESS'S
_dwelling-house. A flight of steps leads down to the garden
below.
