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GratisHedda Gabler
Henrik Ibsen
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ACT FIRST
A spacious, handsome, and tastefully furnished drawing room, decorated in dark colours. In the back, a wide doorway with curtains drawn back, leading into a smaller room decorated in the same style as the drawing-room. In the right-hand wall of the front room, a folding door leading out to the hall. In the opposite wall, on the left, a glass door, also with curtains drawn back. Through the panes can be seen ## part of a verandah outside, and trees covered with autumn foliage. An oval table, with a cover on it, and surrounded by chairs, stands well forward. In front, by the wall on the right, a wide stove of dark porcelain, a high-backed arm-chair, a cushioned foot-rest, and two footstools. A settee, with a small round table in front of it, fills the upper right-hand corner. In front, on the left, a little way from the wall, a sofa. Further back than the glass door, a piano.
-- Against the back wall of the inner room a sofa, with a table, and one or two chairs. Over the sofa hangs the portrait of a handsome elderly man in a General's uniform. --A number of bouquets are arranged about the drawing-room, in vases and glasses. Others lie upon the tables. --Morning light. The sun shines in through the glass door. MISS JULIANA TESMAN, with her bonnet on a carrying a parasol, comes in from the hall, followed by BERTA, who carries a bouquet wrapped in paper. MISS TESMAN is a comely and pleasant- looking lady of about sixty-five. She is nicely but simply dressed in a grey walking-costume. BERTA is a middle-aged woman of plain and rather countrified appearance.
don't believe they are stirring yet!
in last night. And then, when they got home!--good Lord, what a lot the
young mistress had to unpack before she could get to bed.
good breath of the fresh morning air when they do appear.
[She goes to the glass door and throws it open.
**BERTA:**
Beside the table, at a loss what to do with the bouquet in her hand.
I declare there isn't a bit of room left. I think I'll put it down here, Miss. [She places it on the piano.
wrench to me to part with you.
Miss? After all the blessed years I've been with you and Miss Rina.(1)
George can't do without you, you see-he absolutely can't. He has had you
to look after him ever since he was a little boy.
at home there, poor thing. And with only that new girl too! She'll never
learn to take proper care of an invalid.
most of it upon myself. You needn't be uneasy about my poor sister, my
dear Berta.
be able to suit the young mistress.
the sort of life she was accustomed to in her father's time. Don't you
remember how we used to see her riding down the road along with the
General? In that long black habit--and with feathers in her hat?
have dreamt in those days that she and Master George would make a match
of it.
mustn't say Master George. You must say Dr. Tesman.
set foot in the house. Is it true then, Miss?
him a doctor--while he has been abroad, you understand. I hadn't heard a
word about it, until he told me himself upon the pier.
he'd have gone in for doctoring people.
let me tell you, we may have to call him something still grander before
long.
dear--if my poor brother could only look up from his grave now, and
see what his little boy has grown into! [Looks around.] But bless me,
Berta--why have you done this? Taken the chintz covers off all the
furniture.
doctor--he said nothing.
GEORGE TESMAN comes from the right into the inner room,
humming to himself, and carrying an unstrapped empty
portmanteau. He is a middle-sized, young-looking man of
thirty-three, rather stout, with a round, open, cheerful
face, fair hair and beard. He wears spectacles, and is
somewhat carelessly dressed in comfortable indoor clothes.
up to her and shakes hands warmly.] Come all this way--so early! Eh?
right to my door.
saw what a pile of boxes Hedda had to bring with her.
mistress?
anything.
[She goes out by the hall door.
of the documents. You wouldn't believe how much I have picked up from
all the archives I have been examining--curious old details that no one
has had any idea of--
George.
me untie the strings--eh?
with us.
gorgeous bonnet you've been investing in!
together.
the bonnet on a chair beside the table.] And now, look here--suppose we
sit comfortably on the sofa and have a little chat, till Hedda comes.
[They seat themselves. She places her parasol in the corner
of the sofa.
you again, as large as life, before my very eyes, George! My George--my
poor brother's own boy!
have been father and mother in one to me.
aunts.
thing. There she lies, helpless, as she has lain for all these years.
But heaven grant I may not lose her yet awhile! For if I did, I don't
know what I should make of my life, George--especially now that I
haven't you to look after any more.
man, George!--And that you should be the one to carry off Hedda Gabler
--the beautiful Hedda Gabler! Only think of it--she, that was so beset
with admirers!
good friends about town who would like to stand in my shoes--eh?
nearly six months--
to do so much grubbing among old records--and to read no end of books
too, Auntie.
little.] But listen now, George,--have you nothing--nothing special to
tell me?
I had a doctor's degree conferred on me--but that I told you yesterday.
expectations--?
about that already!
[Changing the subject.] But we were talking about your journey. It must
have cost a great deal of money, George?
so much more expensive.
have this trip, Auntie! She really had to. Nothing else would have done.
nowadays.--But tell me now--have you gone thoroughly over the house yet?
with the two empty rooms between this inner parlour and Hedda's bedroom.
them--in the course of time.
increases--eh?
were engaged, she said that she would never care to live anywhere but in
Secretary Falk's villa.(2)
after you had started.
this.
me, so he said in a letter to Hedda.
the furniture and all the carpets.
Your annuity--it's all that you and Aunt Rina have to live upon.
know--Judge Brack assured me of that. It was he that was kind enough to
arrange the whole affair for me. A mere matter of form, he said.
even if we did have to pay up a little--! To eke things out a bit at
the start--! Why, it would be nothing but a pleasure to us.
in this world except to smooth your way for you, my dear boy. You, who
have had neither father nor mother to depend on. And now we have reached
the goal, George! Things have looked black enough for us, sometimes;
but, thank heaven, now you have nothing to fear.
best.
now you have them at your feet. They have fallen, George. Your most
dangerous rival--his fall was the worst.--And now he has to lie on the
bed he has made for himself--poor misguided creature.
when your new book appears--that will be another story, George! What is
it to be about?
Ages.
collections to arrange first, you see.
are my poor brother's own son.
that I have my own delightful home to work in.
George.
it all! I believe I hear her coming--eh?
HEDDA enters from the left through the inner room. Her face and figure show refinement and distinction. Her complexion is pale and opaque. Her steel-grey eyes express a cold, unruffled repose. Her hair is of an agreeable brown, but not particularly abundant. She is dressed in a tasteful, somewhat loose-fitting morning gown.
hearty welcome!
That is kind of you.
home?
stone when I got up.
surroundings, Miss Tesman--little by little. [Looking towards the left.]
Oh, there the servant has gone and opened the veranda door, and let in a
whole flood of sunshine.
softer light.
both shade and fresh air.
flowers--. But--won't you sit down, Miss Tesman?
here--thank heaven!--I must be getting home again. My sister is lying
longing for me, poor thing.
later in the day.
in her dress pocket]--I had almost forgotten--I have something for you
here.
here, my dear boy.
them for me, Aunt Julia! Hedda! isn't this touching--eh?
Hedda!
for me. Oh you can't think how many associations cling to them.
chair.
not old, Madam Hedda.
it--the very first time.
parasol--? Ah, here. [Takes it.] For this is mine too-- [mutters] --not
Berta's.
See how handsome she is!
[She nods and goes toward the right.
in? How she has filled out on the journey?
But I, who can see--
me, Auntie?
lovely--lovely. [Goes up to her, takes her head between both hands,
draws it downwards, and kisses her hair.] God bless and preserve Hedda
Tesman--for George's sake.
you.
[She goes out by the hall door. TESMAN accompanies her. The
door remains half open. TESMAN can be heard repeating his
message to Aunt Rina and his thanks for the slippers.
[In the meantime, HEDDA walks about the room, raising her arms
and clenching her hands as if in desperation. Then she flings
back the curtains from the glass door, and stands there looking
out.
[Presently, TESMAN returns and closes the door behind him.
leaves. They are so yellow--so withered.
are well into September now.
Can you imagine what was the matter with her? Eh?
does that sort of thing.
here.
delight her heart.
sake, Hedda? Eh?
already. I shall try to call her "Aunt"; and you must be satisfied with
that.
[She goes up towards the middle doorway.
other things.
there in the inner room, and then get another here in its place. When
it's convenient, I mean.
night when we arrived.
"Shall return later in the day." Can you guess whose card it is?
off. An old flame of yours I've been told.
Hedda. But fancy her being in town!
left school.
can endure to live in such an out-of-the way hole--eh?
somewhere near there that he--that--Eilert Lovborg is living?
BERTA enters by the hall door.
again. [Pointing.] The flowers you have in your hand, ma'am.
BERTA opens the door for MRS. ELVSTED, and goes out herself.
--MRS. ELVSTED is a woman of fragile figure, with pretty,
soft features. Her eyes are light blue, large, round, and
somewhat prominent, with a startled, inquiring expression.
Her hair is remarkably light, almost flaxen, and unusually
abundant and wavy. She is a couple of years younger than
quite in the latest fashion.
delightful to see you again.
since we met.
but I heard that you were away--
heard that you were not at home.
to.
[She draws MRS. ELVSTED down upon the sofa and sits at her side.
already know--that Eilert Lovborg is in town, too.
terrible town, alone! With so many temptations on all sides.
children's tutor.
it--was he--regular enough in his habits to be fit for the post? Eh?
same--now that I know he is here--in this great town--and with a large
sum of money in his hands--I can't help being in mortal fear for him.
with us.
outline, as it were. It came out about a fortnight ago. And since it has
sold so well, and been so much read--and made such a sensation--
days.
year.
address. But this morning I discovered it at last.
your husband--h'm--
himself and look after his friend.
to do.
Tesman--receive Eilert Lovborg kindly if he comes to you! And that he
is sure to do. You see you were such great friends in the old days.
And then you are interested in the same studies--the same branch of
science--so far as I can understand.
upon him. Oh, you will promise me that, Mr. Tesman--won't you?
me.
thanks! [Frightened.] You see, my husband is so very fond of him!
come to you of his own accord.
it is.
slippers? Oh, here. [Takes the packet and is about to go.
too.
[He goes out to the right, through the inner room.
have killed two birds with one stone.
nothing!
here--and we'll have a cosy, confidential chat.
[She forces MRS. ELVSTED to sit in the easy-chair beside the
stove, and seats herself on one of the footstools.
really on the point of going.
your life at home.
you I was then!
my hair.
drifted so far--far apart from each other. Our circles have been so
entirely different.
we said _du_(4) to each other; and we called each other by our Christian
names--
renew our old friendship. [Draws the footstool closer to MRS. ELVSTED.]
There now! [Kisses her cheek.] You must say _du_ to me and call me
Hedda.
used to such kindness.
and call you my dear Thora.
not accustomed to goodness and kindness, Thea? Not in your own home?
Mr. Elvsted's?
invalid,--and rarely left her room. So I had to look after the
housekeeping as well.
Oh, if you(6) could only imagine--
understand--
years, hasn't he?
in the long run I couldn't manage it all myself.
home?
district.
you must tell me everything--exactly as it stands.
life. Is he kind to you?
twenty years' difference between you, is there not?
to me! We have not a thought in common. We have no single point of
sympathy--he and I.
property. And then it doesn't cost much to keep me. I am not expensive.
he really cares for any one but himself--and perhaps a little for the
children.
to town-- [Smiling almost imperceptibly.] And besides, you said so
yourself, to Tesman.
[Vehemently, but not loudly.] No--I may just as well make a clean breast
of it at once! For it must all come out in any case.
coming.
he was travelling. Oh, I could bear it no longer, Hedda! I couldn't
indeed--so utterly alone as I should have been in future.
possible. And then I left the house.
and all?
and sadly on the sofa.] I have done nothing but what I had to do.
of doing.
Lovborg is--if I am to live at all.
her hands.] My dear Thea--how did this--this friendship--between you and
Eilert Lovborg come about?
do that. But of course he saw how repulsive they were to me; and so he
dropped them.
him--as the saying goes--my little Thea.
human being of me--taught me to think, and to understand so many things.
infinity of things. And then came the lovely, happy time when I began to
share in his work--when he allowed me to help him!
used!--Oh, I ought to feel perfectly happy; and yet I cannot; for I
don't know how long it will last.
never been able wholly to forget.
pistol.
singing-woman whom he once--
singing-woman--that she is in town again! Oh, I don't know what to do--
whispers.] Thea--all this must remain between you and me.
GEORGE TESMAN, with a letter in his hand, comes from the right
through the inner room.
go with you to the garden gate.
BERTA enters from the hall.
post.
[She opens the door for JUDGE BRACK and goes out herself. Brack
is a man of forty-five; thick set, but well-built and elastic
in his movements. His face is roundish with an aristocratic
profile. His hair is short, still almost black, and carefully
dressed. His eyebrows thick. His moustaches are also thick,
with short-cut ends. He wears a well-cut walking-suit, a
little too youthful for his age. He uses an eye-glass, which
he now and then lets drop.
the day?
Judge Brack--Miss Rysing--
Judge!
has actually--
trouble he has taken--
off--so _au revoir_ Judge. I shall be back again presently.
[Mutual salutations. MRS. ELVSTED and HEDDA go out by the hall
door.
re-arrangement here and there; and one or two things are still wanting.
We shall have to buy some additional trifles.
look after what is wanting.--Shan't we sit down? Eh?
something I wanted to speak to you about, my dear Tesman.
## part of the frolic that is coming now. Eh?
I wish we had gone a little more economically to work.
fellow! You, who know her so well--! I couldn't possibly ask her to put
up with a shabby style of living!
have one piece of news for you.
regions.
felt so grieved to think that he had gone irretrievably to ruin.
be able to make his living? Eh?
[During the last words, HEDDA has entered by the hall door.
about how people are to make their living.
beside the stove and asks indifferently:] What is the matter with him?
scarcely write a new book every year--eh? So I really can't see what is
to become of him.
him.
Sheriff Elvsted's--
have just written to him. I asked him to come and see us this evening,
Hedda dear.
You promised on the pier last night.
his chair.] My dear Tesman--and you too, Mrs. Tesman--I think I ought
not to keep you in the dark about something that--that--
desired or expected.
competition--
consideration for me. [Gesticulates with his arms.] For--just think--I'm
a married man! We have married on the strength of these prospects, Hedda
and I; and run deep into debt; and borrowed money from Aunt Julia too.
Good heavens, they had as good as promised me the appointment. Eh?
contest.
sporting interest in that.
wins.
stand. I mean--before you set about the little purchases I hear you are
threatening.
in on my way back from my afternoon walk, and take you home with me.
in the afternoon.
excuse me-- [JUDGE BRACK goes out by the hall door.
set up house upon mere expectations.
we both dreamed of--the home we were in love with, I may almost say. Eh?
go into society--to keep open house.
see you as hostess--in a select circle! Eh? Well, well, well--for the
present we shall have to get on without society, Hedda--only to invite
Aunt Julia now and then.--Oh, I intended you to lead such an utterly
different life, dear--!
footman, you know.
with in the meanwhile.
George.
[She goes out through the inner room, to the left.
sake, Hedda darling--don't touch those dangerous things! For my sake
Hedda! Eh?
ACT SECOND
The room at the TESMANS' as in the first Act, except that the piano has been removed, and an elegant little writing-table with the book-shelves put in its place. A smaller table stands near the sofa on the left. Most of the bouquets have been taken away. MRS. ELVSTED'S bouquet is upon the large table in front.--It is afternoon. HEDDA, dressed to receive callers, is alone in the room. She stands by the open glass door, loading a revolver. The fellow to it lies in an open pistol-case on the writing- table.
JUDGE BRACK, dressed as though for a men's party, enters by
the glass door. He carries a light overcoat over his arm.
shooting at?
it.] Ah--I know this pistol well! [Looks around.] Where is the case? Ah,
here it is. [Lays the pistol in it, and shuts it.] Now we won't play at
that game any more to-day.
of town.
shuts.] No. He rushed off to his aunt's directly after lunch; he didn't
expect you so early.
for I have been in my room changing my dress ever since lunch.
through?
be back for some time yet.
HEDDA seats herself in the corner of the sofa. BRACK lays his
overcoat over the back of the nearest chair, and sits down, but
keeps his hat in his hand. A short silence. They look at each
other.
Hedda.(8)
eternity since our last talk? Of course I don't count those few words
yesterday evening and this morning.
so much!
in libraries and making copies of old parchments, or whatever you call
them.
it at any rate.
dear Mr. Brack, how mortally bored I have been.
meeting a soul that knew anything of our circle, or could talk about
things we were interested in.
times and seasons.
could--
run at any rate.
nothing but the history of civilisation, morning, noon, and night--
ages--! That's the most disgusting part of it!
understand your--? H'm--
done-- [With a slight shudder.] Oh no--I won't say that; nor think
it either!
must admit that he is correctness itself.
reason why he should not one day come to the front, after all.
expected him to attain the highest distinction.
bent, at all hazards, on being allowed to provide for me--I really don't
know why I should not have accepted his offer?
Judge.
you know quite well that I have always entertained a--a certain respect
for the marriage tie--for marriage as an institution, Mrs. Hedda.
respect to you.
myself useful in every way, and am free to come and go as--as a trusted
friend--
master too, in the second place. Such a triangular friendship--if I may
call it so--is really a great convenience for all the parties, let me
tell you.
travels. Oh--those railway-carriage _tete-a-tetes_--!
station on the line.
seat where I happen to be--and continue the _tete-a-tete_.
is completed.
GEORGE TESMAN, in a grey walking-suit, with a soft felt hat,
enters from the hall. He has a number of unbound books under
his arm and in his pockets.
a warm day--all these books. [Lays them on the table.] I'm positively
perspiring, Hedda. Hallo--are you there already, my dear Judge? Eh?
Berta didn't tell me.
--quite indispensable to me.
[BRACK and HEDDA exchange a confidential smile.
must keep up with all that is written and published.
Lovborg's new book too. [Offering it to her.] Perhaps you would like to
glance through it, Hedda? Eh?
like that before. [Putting the books together.] Now I shall take all
these into my study. I'm longing to cut the leaves--! And then I must
change my clothes. [To BRACK.] I suppose we needn't start just yet? Eh?
the doorway and turns.] By-the-bye, Hedda--Aunt Julia is not coming this
evening.
fancy--! The fact is, Aunt Rina is very ill.
must bear my disappointment.
because you had come home looking so flourishing!
down her bonnet on the chair there--[Looks at him and smiles.]--and I
pretended to think it was the servant's.
thing? To the excellent old lady, too!
me all of a sudden; and I cannot resist them. [Throws herself down in
the easy-chair by the stove.] Oh, I don't know how to explain it.
of it.
happy. Perhaps you can give me one?
set your heart on.
evening parties last summer--
writhing in the agony of having to find conversation; so I took pity on
the learned man--
say, in pure thoughtlessness, that I should like to live in this villa.
that first constituted a bond of sympathy between George Tesman and me.
From that came our engagement and our marriage, and our wedding journey,
and all the rest of it. Well, well, my dear Judge--as you make your bed
so you must lie, I could almost say.
perhaps it's Aunt Julia that has brought that scent with her.
Falk.
bouquet--the day after the ball. [Clasps her hands behind her head,
leans back in her chair and looks at him.] Oh, my dear Judge--you cannot
imagine how horribly I shall bore myself here.
whether-- [Breaking off.] But that would never do either.
him--not at all in his line.
that sort of thing, why should you want to drive him into it?
out of the question that Tesman should ever get into the ministry?
have to be a tolerably rich man.
I have managed to drop into--! [Crosses the room.] That is what makes
life so pitiable! So utterly ludicrous!--For that's what it is.
wretched professorship! But that must be Tesman's own affair. I assure
you I shall not waste a thought upon it.
language--a solemn responsibility were to come upon you? [Smiling.] A
new responsibility, Mrs. Hedda?
responsibilities for me!
which--?
is only one thing in the world I have any turn for.
looks towards the inner room, and laughs.] Yes, as I thought! Here comes
the Professor.
GEORGE TESMAN, dressed for the party, with his gloves and hat
in his hand, enters from the right through the inner room.
must have been a mere floating rumour.
would ever stand in my way again. Fancy that!
really let me wait for him as long as possible.
or half-past.
worst Mr. Lovborg can remain here with me.
mean by "At the worst"?
do for him to remain here with you? Eh? Remember, Aunt Julia can't come.
parties. You declared they were adapted only for men of the strictest
principles.
sinner-- [BERTA appears at the hall door.
EILERT LOVBORG enters from the hall. He is slim and lean;
of the same age as TESMAN, but looks older and somewhat
worn-out. His hair and beard are of a blackish brown, his
face long and pale, but with patches of colour on the cheeks.
He is dressed in a well-cut black visiting suit, quite new.
He has dark gloves and a silk hat. He stops near the door,
and makes a rapid bow, seeming somewhat embarrassed.
Eilert--so at last we meet again!
[Approaching HEDDA.] Will you too shake hands with me, Mrs. Tesman?
her hand.] I don't know whether you two gentlemen--?
yourself entirely at home, Eilert! Mustn't he, Hedda?--For I hear you
are going to settle in town again? Eh?
## book; but I haven't had time to read it yet.
one would agree with.
his coat pocket.] But when this one appears, George Tesman, you will
have to read it. For this is the real book--the book I have put my true
self into.
the packet.] Look here--
first deals with the civilising forces of the future. And here is the
second--[running through the pages towards the end]--forecasting the
probable line of development.
sort.
table.] I brought it, thinking I might read you a little of it this
evening.
BRACK.] I don't see how we can manage it--
this evening--mainly in honour of Tesman, you know--
you we shall have a "lively time," as Mrs. Hed--as Mrs. Tesman says.
at my house. I could give you a room to yourselves.
am sure Mr. Lovborg is much more inclined to remain here and have supper
with me.
bound to remain, Mr. Lovborg, or she will have no one to see her home.
[She goes to the hall door and rings. BERTA enters. HEDDA talks
to her in a whisper, and points towards the inner room. BERTA
nods and goes out again.
subject--the future--that you are going to lecture about?
of lectures this autumn.
Eh?
Hedda! Just fancy--Eilert Lovborg is not going to stand in our way!
[She goes up towards the inner room, where BERTA is placing a
tray with decanters and glasses on the table. HEDDA nods
approval, and comes forward again. BERTA goes out.
were thunderstruck--
gentlemen?
taken off my mind--
[He and BRACK go into the inner room, seat themselves, drink
punch, smoke cigarettes, and carry on a lively conversation
during what follows. EILERT LOVBORG remains standing beside
the stove. HEDDA goes to the writing-table.
Mr. Lovborg? You know Tesman and I made a tour in the Tyrol on our way
home?
[She takes up an album, and places it on the table beside the
sofa, in the further corner of which she seats herself. EILERT
LOVBORG approaches, stops, and looks at her. Then he takes a
chair and seats himself to her left.
It's the Ortler group. Tesman has written the name underneath. Here it
is: "The Ortler group near Meran."
**LOVBORG:**
Who has never taken his eyes off her, says softly and slowly:
Hedda--Gabler!
knew each other.
as I live.
practise in time. The sooner the better, I should say.
George Tesman!
[TESMAN comes into the room and goes towards the sofa.
from the Val d'Ampezzo, Mr. Lovborg. Just look at these peaks! [Looks
affectionately up at TESMAN.] What's the name of these curious peaks,
dear?
little punch after all? For yourself at any rate--eh?
[He goes into the inner room and out to the right. BRACK sits
in the inner room, and keeps an eye from time to time on HEDDA
and LOVBORG.
won't talk to you.
you(10)--love.
Hedda.
any--
remember this little village?
the night--
Eilert! Eh?
[He returns to the inner room and sits beside BRACK.
tinge of love in it?
comrades--two thoroughly intimate friends. [Smilingly.] You especially
were frankness itself.
beautiful, something fascinating--something daring--in--in that secret
intimacy--that comradeship which no living creature so much as dreamed
of.
in the afternoon--and the General sat over at the window reading his
papers--with his back towards us--
myself, things that at that time no one else knew! There I would sit
and tell you of my escapades--my days and nights of devilment. Oh,
Hedda--what was the power in you that forced me to confess these things?
used to put to me--
frankly--
thing?
tell me now, Hedda--was there not love at the bottom of our friendship?
On your side, did you not feel as though you might purge my stains
away--if I made you my confessor? Was it not so?
done--without any one knowing--
rate, have continued?
serious. Shame upon you, Eilert Lovborg! How could you think of wronging
your--your frank comrade.
you not shoot me down?
you. And now you have found ample consolation at the Elvsteds'.
face, and says more softly:] But now I will confide something to you.
Hedda! Hedda Gabler! Now I begin to see a hidden reason beneath our
comradeship! You(11) and I--! After all, then, it was your craving for
life--
[Twilight has begun to fall. The hall door is opened from
without by BERTA.
darling Thea,--come along!
The door is closed behind her.
can't think how I have been longing for you!
[MRS. ELVSTED, in passing, exchanges slight salutations with
the gentlemen in the inner room, then goes up to the table
and gives HEDDA her hand. EILERT LOVBORG has risen. He and
it is here!
over here to me. I will sit between you.
[She goes round the table and seats herself on the sofa on
HEDDA'S right. LOVBORG re-seats himself on his chair.
faith in each other; so we can sit and talk with perfect frankness--
think, he says I have inspired him too.
of tone.] But now, my dearest Thea, you really must have a glass of cold
punch.
hearts--you did not feel quite secure--quite confident in yourself.
room.
and glanced at Tesman when you dared not accept his invitation to this
wretched little supper-party of his.
your principles, now and for ever! Ah, that is how a man should be!
[Turns to MRS. ELVSTED and caresses her.] Well now, what did I tell you,
when you came to us this morning in such a state of distraction--
mortal terror-- [Interrupting herself.] There! Now we can all three
enjoy ourselves!
my comrade's frank confidence in me?
low, husky voice.] Your health, Thea!
[He empties the glass, puts it down, and takes the second.
the truth!
[He empties the glass and is about to re-fill it.
Remember you are going out to supper.
look after me? Perhaps it was the Sheriff himself that urged you to
come? Aha, my dear--no doubt he wanted my help in his office! Or was it
at the card-table that he missed me?
the old Sheriff too!
manuscript to Tesman.
take it in this way, I mean. Don't be angry with me, my dear, dear
comrade. You shall see--both you and the others--that if I was fallen
once--now I have risen again! Thanks to you, Thea.
[BRACK has in the meantime looked at his watch. He and TESMAN
rise and come into the drawing-room.
show you one or two things before I send it to the printers.
get home? Eh?
and fetch her. [Approaching.] At ten or thereabouts, Mrs. Tesman? Will
that do?
Hedda.
here until you come.
lively time, as a certain fair lady puts it.
[BRACK, LOVBORG, and TESMAN go out by the hall door. At the
same time, BERTA enters from the inner room with a lighted
lamp, which she places on the drawing-room table; she goes
out by the way she came.
Hedda--what will come of all this?
in his hair--flushed and fearless--
he will be a free man for all his days.
THEA.] You may doubt him as long as you please; _I_ believe in him. And
now we will try--
destiny.
how poor I am. And fate has made you so rich! [Clasps her passionately
in her arms.] I think I must burn your hair off after all.
then--at ten o'clock--Eilert Lovborg will be here--with vine-leaves in
his hair.
[She drags MRS. ELVSTED almost by force to the middle doorway.
ACT THIRD
The room at the TESMANS'. The curtains are drawn over the middle doorway, and also over the glass door. The lamp, half turned down, and with a shade over it, is burning on the table. In the stove, the door of which stands open, there has been a fire, which is now nearly burnt out.
upon a foot-rest, sits close to the stove, sunk back in
the arm-chair. HEDDA, fully dressed, lies sleeping upon
the sofa, with a sofa-blanket over her.
she sinks back again wearily, moaning to herself.] Not yet!--Oh God--oh
God--not yet!
BERTA slips cautiously in by the hall door. She has a letter in
her hand.
table.
smoking.
went off with them. For we've heard enough about that gentleman before
now.
Shan't I put some wood on the fire?
upon the sofa, stretches herself, and rubs her eyes.] What o'clock is
it, Thea?
have spared ourselves the trouble.
so alarmed about. I understand quite well what has happened.
the middle of the night. [Laughing.] Perhaps he wasn't inclined to show
himself either--immediately after a jollification.
room ready for him.
Tesman. There it lies.
hand. Well then, he has remained at Judge Brack's. And as for Eilert
Lovborg--he is sitting, with vine-leaves in his hair, reading his
manuscript.
down for a little while.
know at once--
[HEDDA goes up to the glass door and draws back the curtains.
The broad daylight streams into the room. Then she takes a
little hand-glass from the writing-table, looks at herself
in it, and arranges her hair. Next she goes to the hall
door and presses the bell-button.
BERTA presently appears at the hall door.
and lays a piece of wood upon them; then stops and listens.] That was a
ring at the front door, ma'am.
[HEDDA kneels on the foot-rest and lays some more pieces of
wood in the stove.
After a short pause, GEORGE TESMAN enters from the hall. He
steals on tiptoe towards the middle doorway and is about to
slip through the curtains.
Eh?
at Judge Brack's?
enjoyed yourself.
then Eilert read me part of his book. We arrived more than an hour too
early--fancy that! And Brack had all sorts of arrangements to make--so
Eilert read to me.
what a book that is going to be! I believe it is one of the most
remarkable things that have ever been written. Fancy that!
horrid feeling came over me.
Only think, Hedda!
irreclaimable, after all.
moderation.
Hedda.
speech in honour of the woman who had inspired him in his work--that was
the phrase he used.
be sure he did.
together; and Brack came with us to get a breath of fresh air. And then,
you see, we agreed to take Eilert home; for he had had far more than was
good for him.
the melancholy part of it. I declare I am almost ashamed--on Eilert's
account--to tell you--
behind the others. Only for a minute or two--fancy that!
wayside? Eh?
Eilert's sake. [Draws a parcel, wrapped in paper, from his coat pocket.]
Fancy, dear--I found this.
had gone and lost it, and knew nothing about it. Only fancy, Hedda! So
deplorably--
wouldn't do that.
he and two or three of the others gave us the slip and disappeared.
Fancy that!
fellow, and took our morning coffee with him; or perhaps I should rather
call it our night coffee--eh? But now, when I have rested a little, and
given Eilert, poor fellow, time to have his sleep out, I must take this
back to him.
such a hurry, I mean. Let me read it first.
wakens and misses the manuscript. He has no copy of it, you must know!
He told me so.
Written over again?
see--
--here is a letter for you.
footstool, opens the letter, runs his eye through it, and jumps up.] Oh,
Hedda--she says that poor Aunt Rina is dying!
them at once.
me! Just think!
will not look upon sickness and death. I loathe all sorts of ugliness.
in the hall--. I do hope I mayn't come too late, Hedda! Eh?
[She snatches it up from the stool.
[She goes to the writing-table and places it in the bookcase.
TESMAN stands in a flurry of haste, and cannot get his
gloves on.
JUDGE BRACK enters from the hall.
death's door, poor creature.
critical moment--
[He hastens out by the hall door.
at your rooms, Judge Brack.
adventures?
other.
with them, I fancy?
[She seats herself to the left of the table. BRACK sits near
her, at the long side of the table.
Mrs. Hedda?
a particularly animated soiree.
about it. But he had declined the invitation; for now, as you know, he
has become a new man.
last evening--
we menfolk are unfortunately not always so firm in our principles as we
ought to be.
rooms.
of her admirers and her lady friends.
men--Mrs. Hedda. You have no doubt heard of her. Eilert Lovborg was one
of her most enthusiastic protectors--in the days of his glory.
have come to blows--
that his pocket-book had disappeared--and other things as well. In
short, he seems to have made a furious disturbance.
gentlemen took part. Fortunately the police at last appeared on the
## scene.
being that he is.
constables on the head and torn the coat off his back. So they had to
march him off to the police-station with the rest.
vine-leaves in his hair.
for tracking out Eilert Lovborg's movements so carefully?
should appear in the police-court that he came straight from my house.
But I thought that, as a friend of the family, it was my duty to supply
you and Tesman with a full account of his nocturnal exploits.
sort of blind.
Mrs. Elvsted will be in no hurry to leave town again.
plenty of other places where they could meet.
be closed against Eilert Lovborg.
were to be made free of your house. How superfluous, how intrusive, he
would be, if he were to force his way into--
basket(12)--that is your aim.
will fight--with every weapon I can command.
to the point.
have no sort of hold over me.
there. If I had, who knows what I might be capable of?
be spontaneously constructed.
to town. Good-bye, Mrs. Hedda. [He goes towards the glass door.
at times.
poultry, I fancy.
[They exchange laughing nods of farewell. He goes. She closes
the door behind him.
[HEDDA, who has become quite serious, stands for a moment
looking out. Presently she goes and peeps through the
curtain over the middle doorway. Then she goes to the
writing-table, takes LOVBORG'S packet out of the bookcase,
and is on the point of looking through its contents. BERTA
is heard speaking loudly in the hall. HEDDA turns and
listens. Then she hastily locks up the packet in the drawer,
and lays the key on the inkstand.
EILERT LOVBORG, with his greatcoat on and his hat in his
hand, tears open the hall door. He looks somewhat confused
and irritated.
There!
[He closes the door, turns, sees HEDDA, at once regains his self-
control, and bows.
call for Thea.
the house when they said that?
me! However, I didn't notice anything.--I suppose Tesman is not up yet.
Brack's.
**MRS:** ELVSTED enters through the curtains of the middle doorway.
to help you now, as before? Are we not to go on working together?
be also! I will not let myself be driven away like this! I will remain
here! I will be with you when the book appears.
when it appears! I will see with my own eyes how respect and honour pour
in upon you afresh. And the happiness--the happiness--oh, I must share
it with you!
manuscript?
pieces.
sounded so improbable--
pieces!
life-work too--?
the fiord--far out. There there is cool sea-water at any rate--let them
drift upon it--drift with the current and the wind. And then presently
they will sink--deeper and deeper--as I shall, Thea.
think of it to my dying day as though you had killed a little child.
Hedda.
[She goes out by the hall door.
Lovborg?
so utterly irretrievable?
thing is that now I have no taste for that sort of life either. I won't
begin it anew. She has broken my courage and my power of braving life
out.
fingers in a man's destiny. [Looks at him.] But all the same, how could
you treat her so heartlessly.
You do not call that heartless!
shall never know.
it.
home to his child's mother after a night of riot and debauchery, and
said: "Listen--I have been here and there--in this place and in that.
And I have taken our child with--to this place and to that. And I have
lost the child--utterly lost it. The devil knows into what hands it may
have fallen--who may have had their clutches on it."
possible.
to--to do it beautifully?
dream in the old days--?
nevertheless! For once in a way!--Good-bye! You must go now--and do not
come here any more.
[He is on the point of going.
[She goes to the writing-table and opens the drawer and the
pistol-case; then returns to LOVBORG with one of the pistols.
[HEDDA listens for a moment at the door. Then she goes up to
the writing-table, takes out the packet of manuscript, peeps
under the cover, draws a few of the sheets half out, and
looks at them. Next she goes over and seats herself in the
arm-chair beside the stove, with the packet in her lap.
Presently she opens the stove door, and then the packet.
am burning your child, Thea!--Burning it, curly-locks! [Throwing one
or two more quires into the stove.] Your child and Eilert Lovborg's.
[Throws the rest in.] I am burning--I am burning your child.
ACT FOURTH
The same rooms at the TESMANS'. It is evening. The drawing- room is in darkness. The back room is lighted by the hanging lamp over the table. The curtains over the glass door are drawn close. HEDDA, dressed in black, walks to and fro in the dark room. Then she goes into the back room and disappears for a moment to the left. She is heard to strike a few chords on the piano. Presently she comes in sight again, and returns to the drawing-room. BERTA enters from the right, through the inner room, with a lighted lamp, which she places on the table in front of the corner settee in the drawing-room. Her eyes are red with weeping, and she has black ribbons in her cap. She goes quietly and circumspectly out to the right. HEDDA goes up to the glass door, lifts the curtain a little aside, and looks out into the darkness. Shortly afterwards, MISS TESMAN, in mourning, with a bonnet and veil on, comes in from the hall.
HEDDA goes towards her and holds out her hand.
has at last found peace.
Hedda--here in the house of life--I ought myself to bring the tidings of
death.
Hedda's house to be a house of mourning.
Tesman?
happiness of seeing George once more--and bidding him good-bye.--Has he
not come home yet?
to do. I must prepare my dear one for her rest as well as I can. She
shall go to her grave looking her best.
mournful work. Nor let her thought dwell on it either--not at this time.
sewing a shroud; and here there will soon be sewing too, I suppose--but
of another sort, thank God!
GEORGE TESMAN enters by the hall door.
again to-morrow. To-day my brain is all in a whirl. I can't keep my
thoughts together.
rest.
I shall soon find an occupant for Rina's little room.
unfortunately.
necessity for me to have some one to live for. Well, heaven be praised,
there may soon be something in this house, too, to keep an old aunt
busy.
perhaps Hedda may have something to tell you too, George. Good-bye! I
must go home to Rina. [Turning at the door.] How strange it is to think
that now Rina is with me and with my poor brother as well!
[MISS TESMAN goes out by the hall door.
your Aunt Rina's death affects you more than it does your Aunt Julia.
manuscript was in safe keeping.
me that he had been here early this morning.
suppose you thought it best not to give it back to him, Hedda?
if, in desperation, he should go and do himself some injury! Let me have
the manuscript, Hedda! I will take it to him at once. Where is it?
lost property. Fancy that! Just ask Judge Brack, and he'll tell you what
it is.
else.
What possessed you? Answer me that--eh?
George.
the shade.
But--but--I never knew you show your love like that before. Fancy that!
breaking off.] No, no; you can ask Aunt Julia. She will tell you, fast
enough.
Great heavens! do you really mean it! Eh?
Hedda. It's only my old Berta! Why, I'll tell Berta myself.
--it is killing me, all this!
But after all--perhaps I had better not say anything to Berta.
have begun to call me George too! Fancy that! Oh, Aunt Julia will be so
happy--so happy!
sake?
know about that. But that you love me so much,(13) Hedda--Aunt Julia
must really share my joy in that! I wonder, now, whether this sort of
thing is usual in young wives? Eh?
And yet the manuscript--the manuscript! Good God! it is terrible to
think what will become of poor Eilert now.
enters by the hall door.
forgive my coming again.
the most incredible rumours are afloat about him to-day.
home to bed last night. Fancy that!
definite, or else--. They stopped talking when the saw me; and I did
not dare to ask.
misunderstood them, Mrs. Elvsted.
about the hospital or--
him there.
yesterday afternoon, they said.
JUDGE BRACK, with his hat in his hand, enters by the hall
door, which BERTA opens, and closes behind him. He looks
grave and bows in silence.
Lovborg!
have already heard something--?
taken to the hospital. He is lying at the point of death.
correctly, Mrs. Tesman.
found--. He had shot himself--in the breast.
courage to do--the one right thing.
delirium that he did it.
in this way! And not leaving behind him the book that would have
immortalised his name--
loose notes he used to dictate from.
they still are--
up.
two put our heads together--
the meantime. Hedda--you understand, eh? I owe this to Eilert's memory.
is no use in brooding over what can't be undone--eh? We must try to
control our grief as much as possible, and--
notes. Where shall we sit? Here? No, in there, in the back room. Excuse
me, my dear Judge. Come with me, Mrs. Elvsted.
[TESMAN and MRS. ELVSTED go into the back room. She takes
off her hat and cloak. They both sit at the table under the
hanging lamp, and are soon deep in an eager examination of
the papers. HEDDA crosses to the stove and sits in the arm-
chair. Presently BRACK goes up to her.
Eilert Lovborg's.
of deliberate courage is still possible in this world,--a deed of
spontaneous beauty.
too, like--you know!
are willing to admit to yourself. Am I wrong?
the courage to live his life after his own fashion. And then--the last
great act, with its beauty! Ah! that he should have the will and the
strength to turn away from the banquet of life--so early.
in--in Mademoiselle Diana's boudoir.
impossible, Judge Brack! He cannot have been there again to-day.
return of something which they had taken from him. Talked wildly about a
lost child--
that himself. So I suppose it must have been his pocket-book.
lodged in a vital part.
curse is it that makes everything I touch turn ludicrous and mean?
affair.
TESMAN and MRS. ELVSTED have risen from the table in the back-
room, and come into the drawing-room.
impossible to see under that lamp. Think of that!
on the piano. There!
[She has drawn out an object, covered with sheet music, from
under the bookcase, places several other pieces of music upon
it, and carries the whole into the inner room, to the left.
TESMAN lays the scraps of paper on the writing-table, and moves
the lamp there from the corner table. He and Mrs. Elvsted sit
down and proceed with their work. HEDDA returns.
Thea,--how goes it with Eilert Lovborg's monument?
order.
is just the work for me.
[HEDDA goes over to the stove, and seats herself on one of the
footstools. BRACK stands over her, leaning on the arm-chair.
not?
knew it at once as the one I had seen yesterday--and before, too.
nothing.
was stolen.
owner is discovered? What then?
course, be brought before the court--both you and Mademoiselle Diana.
She will have to explain how the thing happened--whether it was an
accidental shot or murder. Did the pistol go off as he was trying to
take it out of his pocket, to threaten her with? Or did she tear the
pistol out of his hand, shoot him, and push it back into his pocket?
That would be quite like her; for she is an able-bodied young person,
this same Mademoiselle Diana.
the pistol? And what conclusions will people draw from the fact that you
did give it to him?
your beck and call, from this time forward.
advantage.
A slave, a slave then! [Rises impetuously.] No, I cannot endure the
thought of that! Never!
inevitable.
Suppressing an involuntary smile, she imitates TESMAN'S intonations.]
Well? Are you getting on, George? Eh?
hair.] Doesn't it seem strange to you, Thea? Here are you sitting with
Tesman--just as you used to sit with Eilert Lovborg?
sort. But won't you go and sit with Brack again?
Hedda company, my dear Brack.
on the sofa.
[HEDDA goes into the back room and draws the curtains. A short
pause. Suddenly she is heard playing a wild dance on the piano.
to-night! Just think of Aunt Rina! And of Eilert too!
the rest of them.--After this, I will be quiet. [Closes the curtains
again.]
distressing work. I'll tell you what, Mrs. Elvsted,--you shall take the
empty room at Aunt Julia's, and then I will come over in the evenings,
and we can sit and work there--eh?
to get through the evenings out here?
to look in now and then, even though I am out.
pleasure in life, Mrs. Tesman! We shall get on capitally together, we
two!
Judge Brack? Now that you are the one cock in the basket--
[A shot is heard within. TESMAN, MRS. ELVSTED, and BRACK leap
to their feet.
[He throws back the curtains and runs in, followed by MRS.
Confusion and cries. BERTA enters in alarm from the right.
that!
things.
**THE END:**

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