Early Plays by Henrik Ibsen - HTML preview

Third Act

 

[A sunny valley, rich in flowers, trees, and vegetation of all kinds, and surrounded by lofty snow-capped mountains. In the center of the background a quiet mountain tarn; on the left side a rocky cliff which drops straight down to the water. On the same side nearer the front of the stage a very old log hut, almost entirely hidden in the dense shrubbery. The glow of dawn shines over the mountains; in the valley itself the day is only half begun; during the following scene's the sun rises.]

SCENE I

[ALFHILD lies sleeping and half concealed among the bushes beside the hut; soft music indicates her shifting dreams. OLAF comes down the hillside to the right. Over his wedding clothes he wears a coarse cloak.]

OLAF. Here it was; I know the green there this side of the tarn. It was yonder beneath the linden tree that I dreamed my strange dream. On the slope of the mountain there I stood when Alfhild for the first time came to meet me; I placed my betrothal ring on the string of my bow and shot;--that shot has proved a magic shot; it struck the huntsman himself.

OLAF. It is strange that when I wander up here, far from the village below, it seems as if another atmosphere played around me, as if a more vigorous blood flowed in my veins, as if I had another mind, another soul.

OLAF. Where is she now?

OLAF. I shall,--I will find her again! Up here she must come; she has no home out there in the cold wide world. And I--am I not also a homeless fugitive? Did I not become a stranger in my mother's house, a stranger among my kinsmen, the very first hour I met her?

OLAF. Is she then a witch,--has she power over secret arts as--?

OLAF. My mother! Hm! It seems to me it would scarcely be well for me to allow her to manage my life; she insinuates thoughts into my heart which do not belong there. No, no, I will find Alfhild again and ask forgiveness for the wrong I have done, and then--

[He stops and looks out to the left.]

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SCENE II

OLAF. (Alfhild still sleeping. Thorgjerd comes from behind the hut on the left.)

OLAF. Well met, stranger!

THORGJERD. Thanks, the same to you. You are early about!

OLAF. Or late; early in the morning, but late in the night.

THORGJERD. You belong in the village below, I take it.

OLAF. My family lives there. And you?

THORGJERD. Wherever the mind is at rest, there is one at home; that is why I like best to wander in here;--my neighbors shall not do me any injustice.

OLAF. That I have noticed.

THORGJERD. Then you have been here before?

OLAF. I chased a hind this summer in here; but when I look closely I see 'tis a royal child that has been bewitched.

THORGJERD. [Looks at him sharply.] That hunt is dangerous!

OLAF. For the hunter?

[THORGJERD nods.]

OLAF. I was sitting and thinking the same thing myself; it seems to me that I was bewitched on that hunt.

THORGJERD. Farewell and good luck to you!

OLAF. Out upon you! If you wish a huntsman good luck he will never come within shot of the prey.

THORGJERD. If the shot should strike the hunter himself, the best luck that could happen to him would be to have no luck at all.

OLAF. You speak wisely.

THORGJERD. Yes, yes; there is many a thing to be learned in here.

OLAF. Too true! I have learned here the best that I know.

THORGJERD. Farewell! I'll take greetings from you to your kinsmen.

OLAF. You mean to go down?

THORGJERD. Such was my purpose. These are merry days down there, I am told. A mighty knight is celebrating his wedding--

OLAF. Then you should have been there last night; now I fear the best part of the fun is past.

THORGJERD. I dare say I'll come in time even yet.

OLAF. Perhaps! But still you should have been there last night; so bright and so warm a festive hall you never have seen before.

THORGJERD. It was well for him who was within.

OLAF. I know one who had to stand outside.

THORGJERD. Yes, yes, outside,--that is the poor man's place.

OLAF. I know one who had to stand outside and who nevertheless was both worse off and better off than those within.

THORGJERD. I must go down,--I see that clearly; I shall play for the guests.

Now I shall fetch my harp, and then--

OLAF. You are a minstrel?

THORGJERD. And not among the worst. Now shall I fetch my harp from where it lies hidden near the waterfall; those strings you should hear. With them I sat once on the edge of the bed and played the bride out of the festive hall over ridge and field.--Have you never heard little Ingrid's lay? He who could play the bride out of the bridegroom's arms can surely play his child home to her father again. Farewell! If you linger here we may meet again when I get down there.

[He goes out to the right by the tarn.]

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SCENE III

[OLAF. ALFHILD.]

OLAF. Ah, if it were--for certain I cannot doubt it. Alfhild herself said that her father played such music that no one who heard it could ever forget. He mentioned Lady Ingrid who disappeared on the eve of her wedding many years ago,--there was a young minstrel named Thorgjerd who loved her, so went the story. Many a strange tale was afterwards current about him; at times he stood right in the midst of the village and played so beautifully that all who heard it had to weep; but no one knew where he made his home. Alfhild--yes, she is his child! Here she has grown up, here in this desolate valley, which no one has known of by name for many a year; and Ingrid, who disappeared--indeed, he said--

[Becomes aware of ALFHILD.]

OLAF. Alfhild! There she is! In her wedding garments she has fled up here.

Here then shall you awaken after the bridal night; so sorry a day to you was my day of honor. You wished to go out into life, you said; you wanted to learn to know all the love in the world. So sorry a journey you had, but I swear it shall all be well again. She moves; it is as if she were writhing in sorrow and anguish;--when you awaken, it shall be to joy and delight!

ALFHILD. [Still half in dreams.]

It burns! Oh, save him,--he is within!

He must not die! Life anew he must win!

[She jumps up in fright; the music ceases.]

ALFHILD. Where am I! He stands here before me, it seems!

Olaf Liljekrans! save me from my dreams!

OLAF. Alfhild! take heart, here you need fear no harm!

ALFHILD. [Moves away, fearfully and apprehensively.]

You think with sweet words my soul to beguile?

In your heart there is evil, though with lips you may smile,

On me you shall nevermore practice your charm!

OLAF. Alfhild! be calm, do not start;

'Tis Olaf I am, the friend of your heart!

Unkind I have been, I have treated you ill;

But deep in my heart I was faithful to you!

I was blind and deluded and weak of will,--

And thus I did wound you far more than I knew!

O, can you forgive me? Alfhild, you must,--

I swear to you I shall be worthy your trust!

I shall bear you aloft and smooth your way,

And kiss from your cheek the tears of dole,

The grief in your heart I shall try to allay,

And heal the wound that burns in your soul!

ALFHILD. I know you too well and your cunning disguise.

Since last I did see you I too have grown wise.

You would have me believe with your wily speech

It is you for whom I now suffer and languish.

You would have me believe it was you that did teach

Me to revel in joy and to writhe in anguish.

'Twill profit you little, I know you too well,

Whether early or late you come to my dell.

I know you too well; for deceit on your brow

I can read. Not so was the other, I vow!

OLAF. The other? Whom mean you?

ALFHILD. He that is dead!

'Tis therefore I suffer so bitter a dread.

You don't understand? You must know there were two;

And that is why peace I shall nevermore find!

The one was all love, so good and so true,

The other was evil, faithless, unkind;

The one to me came on a late summer day,

When my heart burst in flower and bloom;

The other led me in the mountain astray,

Where all things are shrouded in gloom!

'Tis the evil one, you, that has come again;

The other who loved me, so good and so kind,

The one who will never be out of my mind,--

Ah, him have I slain!

[She sinks down on a stone near the house and busts into tears.]

OLAF. Has he stolen your peace, has he robbed you of rest,

Then why let him longer dwell there in your breast!

ALFHILD. Alas, were I laid in the grave far below,

With me, I am sure, my sorrow would go!

I knew it not then,--to you do I swear,

I thought it was little for him I did care;

Now I see I must die of a grief-broken heart,

Yet his image will never depart!

[A short pause.]

ALFHILD. Have you chords in your bosom that you can command?

It seems so; your voice sounds so pleasant and sweet;

Pleasant--though blended it is with deceit.

Have you chords in your breast, then go round in the land

And sing of Alfhild a plaintive lay

To the village girls you meet on the way:

Only yesterday I was so little a roe,

I roamed in the green groves around;

They came to the forest with arrow and bow,

And chased me with falcon and hound!

Only yesterday I was a bird so forlorn,

I sat 'neath the linden alone;

They drove me away from the place I was born,

And threw at me stone after stone.

Only yesterday I was an untamed dove,

Which nowhere finds peace or rest;

They came from below, they came from above,

And pierced with an arrow my breast!

OLAF. [Deeply moved.]

Alas, that I lay in the grave below.

Lulled in eternal rest!

Your every word is a steel-made bow

That strikes with an arrow my breast!

ALFHILD. [Jumps up with childlike joy.]

Just so it shall be,--'tis rightfully so!

Yes, truly, indeed, have you chords in your breast!

So let it be sung; they easily show

That you are yourself by my sorrow oppressed.

They show that your own grief is just as strong

As the one that you voice in your plaintive song!

[She stops and looks sorrowfully at him.]

ALFHILD. Yet no,--you shall not sing of Alfhild's lament;

What stranger is there whom my sorrow will move!

From whence I came, and whither I went

There is no one out there who shall question or prove!

Sing rather of Olaf Liljekrans,

Who wandered astray in the elf-maidens' dance!

Sing of Alfhild, the false and unkind,

Who drove his betrothed quite out of his mind;

And sing of all the sorrow and fear,

When dead Olaf Liljekrans lay on the bier.

Sing of all the weeping below,

When away they carried the three who had died!

The one was Olaf, the other his bride!

The third was his mother who perished of woe.

OLAF. Yes, Olaf is dead; it is just as you say;

But I shall be now so faithful a friend;

Wherever you dwell, wherever you wend,

From your side I shall nevermore stray!

May I suffer in full for the sin I committed,--

Atonement to me shall be sweet.

'Twill comfort me much if I be permitted

To roam with you here in some far-off retreat!

From early dawn till the end of day,

Like a faithful hound I shall follow your lead!

I shall clothe my remorse in so plaintive a lay

Till finally you shall believe me indeed.

Each moment we spent here in ecstasy

I shall call up again to your memory!

Each flower that blooms shall speak it anew,

The cuckoo and swallow shall sing it to you!

The trees that grow here in the forest so green

Shall whisper thereof both soft and serene!

ALFHILD. Enough! You would only beguile me anew;

Far better were it for you now to depart!

So fair is the falsehood I see within you,

So faithless the thoughts that dwell in your heart!

What would you up here? What is it you want?

You think that you know the place that you haunt?

So pleasant a spot was this valley of yore,

A curse lies upon it forevermore!

In the past, when lone in the forest I went,

The leaves on the trees had so fragrant a scent!

The flowers bloomed forth on my every side,

When you pressed me to you and called me your bride!

But now--the whole valley is burned in the night;

The trees are burned to the left and the right;

The straw and the leaves are withered away,

Each flower is turned to a dusty gray!--

ALFHILD. Yes, clearly I see,--in a single night

Is the world become old!--When I wandered below

All alone, and sank down 'neath my shame and my woe,

Then faded the world and its golden delight.

All things but deceit have vanished away;

So much have I learned on my bridal day!

My father lied; he was wrong when he said

The dead are borne to the dwelling of God;

But Olaf knew better the fate of the dead:

The dead sink below, far under the sod!

ALFHILD. [She breaks out in deepest agony.]

Ah, well do I see now you knew what you did;

For low in the grave my body is hid.

OLAF. Alfhild! Your words deal so crushing a blow!

O, God! was your heart once so young and so bold--

Forgive me my sin and forget all your woe!

ALFHILD. [With marked and increasing bewilderment.]

Hush, do not speak to me! Olaf, behold!

A corpse they carry, to the grave they creep;

But no mother is there, no children who weep,

No pillows are there of blue or of red,--

Alfhild on shavings and straw lies dead!

I shall never ride now to the heaven above,

And awake in the arms of the God of love.

No mother have I whose heart will break,

No one who follows and weeps for my sake;

No person have I in the world so wide,

Who weeps for me at the bier,--

No angels to scatter on every side

Blue pearls in the heavenly sphere;

And ne'er shall I reach the dwelling of God,

Where the dead dream only of mirth!

OLAF. Alfhild!

ALFHILD. They lower me under the sod!

They cover me over with earth!

And here must I lie with all my dread,

Must live and suffer although I be dead:

Must know there is nothing now left for me,

Yet cannot forget, nor fight myself free;

Must hear when he whom my love I gave

Rides off to the church right over my grave;

Must hear him forever suffer and languish,

And yet can not lessen his anguish!

O, how my bosom is filled with despair!

The angels of God have forgotten my prayer!

They heed no longer my weeping and woe--

The portal is closed to the heavenly bliss--

Dig me up again! Let me not lie here below!

[She rushes out to the left.]

OLAF. Alfhild! Alfhild! O, Christ, what is this?

[He follows her quickly.]

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SCENE IV

[INGEBORG and HEMMING enter, after a pause, from the right.]

INGEBORG. Well, here we are up here! How lovely and bright and peaceful it is!

HEMMING. Yes, here we shall live happily together!

INGEBORG. But mark you well that you are my servant, and nothing else,--until my father has given his consent.

HEMMING. That he will never do!

INGEBORG. Never you mind,--we'll find some means or other.--But now we must think about choosing a cabin to live in.

HEMMING. There are plenty of them around here. Over the whole valley there are deserted huts; everything is just the same as it was when the last people died in the terrible plague many years ago.

INGEBORG. Here I like it very much! Over there, too, there is just such an old hut; the water is near by, and the forest must surely be alive with game. You can fish and hunt; aye, we shall live a wonderful life!

HEMMING. Yea, forsooth, a wonderful life! I shall fish and hunt the while you gather berries and keep the house in order.

INGEBORG. Do I? No, that you must take care of!

HEMMING. Yes, yes, as you please. O, a delightful life we shall live!

[Stops and adds somewhat dejectedly.]

HEMMING. But when I stop to think a bit;--I have neither bow nor fishing outfit.

INGEBORG. [Likewise with an expression of despondency.] And it occurs to me there are no servants here who can help me.

HEMMING. That shall I willingly do!

INGEBORG. No, thanks.--And all my good clothes--I didn't bring anything along except my bridal gown which I am wearing.

HEMMING. That was thoughtless of you!

INGEBORG. True enough, Hemming! And for that reason you shall steal down to Guldvik some night and bring me clothes and other things as much as I have need of.

HEMMING. And be hanged as a thief!

INGEBORG. No, you shall be careful and cautious,--that I warn you. But when finally the long winter comes? There are no people up here,--music and dancing we shall never have--Hemming! Shall we stay here or--

HEMMING. Well, where else is there we can go?

INGEBORG. [Impatiently.] Yes, but human beings cannot live here!

HEMMING. Why, surely, they can!

INGEBORG. Well, you see yourself they are all of them dead!

Hemming! I think it best I go home to my father.

HEMMING. But what will become of me?

INGEBORG. You shall go to war!

HEMMING. To war! And be killed!

INGEBORG. Not at all! You shall perform some illustrious deed, and then will you be made a knight, and then will my father no longer be opposed to you.

HEMMING. Yes, but what if they kill me in the meantime?

INGEBORG. Well, we'll have plenty of time to think about that. Today and tomorrow we shall have to remain here, I suppose; so long will the guests sit in the festive house and celebrate,--if they look for us, it will probably be about in the village; up here we can be safe and--

[She stops and listens.]

CHORUS. [Far away off the stage to the right.]

Away,--away to find

Alfhild, the false, unkind;

For all our woe and strife

She must pay with her life!

HEMMING. Ingeborg! Ingeborg! They are after us!

INGEBORG. Where shall we find refuge?

HEMMING. Well, how can I know--

INGEBORG. Go into the hut; lock the door so that it can be bolted from within.

HEMMING. Yes, but--

INGEBORG. Do as I say! I shall go up on the hill the meanwhile and see if they are far away.

[She goes out to the right.]

HEMMING. Yes, yes! Alas, if only they don't get us!

[He goes into the house.]

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SCENE V

[OLAF comes from the forest to the left. Immediately afterwards INGEBORG from the right.]

OLAF. [Looks about and calls softly.] Alfhild! Alfhild! She is nowhere to be seen! Like a bird she disappeared from my view into the wood and I--

INGEBORG. They are right close and--

[Stops, frightened.]

INGEBORG. Olaf Liljekrans!

OLAF. Ingeborg!

HEMMING. [Sticks his head out of the door and spies OLAF.] Lord Olaf! So!

Now is it surely all up with me!

[Withdraws hastily.]

INGEBORG. [Aside.] He must have ridden in advance of the rest.

OLAF. [Aside.] She must have come up here with her father to look for me.

INGEBORG. [Aside.] But I will not go with him!

OLAF. [Aside.] I will not stir from here!

INGEBORG. [Aloud, as she draws nearer.] Olaf Liljekrans! Now you have me; but you will do ill if you try to compel me.

OLAF. That is furthest from my mind!

INGEBORG. Why then come you here in company with my kinsmen?

OLAF. Do I? On the contrary, it is you who--

INGEBORG. That invention won't fool me; only a moment ago I saw the whole crowd--

OLAF. Who? Who?

INGEBORG. My father and our relatives!

OLAF. Up here?

INGEBORG. Why, yes, right close at hand!

OLAF. Ah, then is my mother with them.

INGEBORG. Of course, she is with them. But how can that frighten you?

OLAF. You see,--it is I they seek!

INGEBORG. No, it is I!

OLAF. [Astonished.] You!

INGEBORG. [Begins to grasp the connection.] Or--wait a moment--Ha, ha, ha!

What an idea! Come, shall we two be honest with each other?

OLAF. Yes, that is exactly what I had in mind!

INGEBORG. Well, then, tell me, at what hour came you up here?

OLAF. During the night!

INGEBORG. I, too!

OLAF. You!

INGEBORG. Yes, yes! And you went away without any one's knowing it?

OLAF.  Yes!

INGEBORG. I, too!

OLAF. But tell me--

INGEBORG. Hush, we have only a moment or two! And you fled up here because you had but little desire to go to the altar with me?

OLAF. Aye, how can you think--

INGEBORG. Yes, that I can easily think. Answer me now; we were to speak honestly.

OLAF. Well, then, it was therefore that I--

INGEBORG. Well and good, I did likewise!

OLAF. You, Ingeborg!

INGEBORG. And now you would rather not have any one come upon your tracks?

OLAF. Well, it can't be denied!

INGEBORG. I, too! Aha,--'tis a jolly coincidence; I fled from you, and you from me! We both fled up here, and now just as our relatives are after us we meet again! Listen, Olaf Liljekrans! Say we promise not to betray one another!

OLAF. I promise.

INGEBORG. But now we must part!

OLAF. I understand!

INGEBORG. For, if they found us together, then--

OLAF. Yes, then it would be still more difficult for you to be rid of me!

INGEBORG. Farewell! If ever I come to have a wedding you shall be my bride's man.

OLAF. And if anything like that should happen to me, you will, I am sure, accommodate me in the same way.

INGEBORG. Of course! Farewell! Farewell! And do not think unkindly of me.

OLAF. Indeed not; I shall give you my hand wherever we meet!

INGEBORG. I, too! Wherever we meet--only not at the altar.

[She goes into the house. OLAF goes into the forest on the right at the back.]

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SCENE VI

[LADY KIRSTEN, ARNE of Guldvik, WEDDING GUESTS,

PEASANTS and SERVANTS from the right.]

LADY KIRSTEN. See, here will we begin the hunt. Our people must spread about and search all around the tarn;--she shall come forth and then--woe upon her! no mercy or pity is there in my soul.

ARNE. What will you do then?

LADY KIRSTEN. Hold judgment upon her--right on the spot where she is found!

All the damage she has done on my dominions I have power and authority to punish in accordance with reason and justice.

ARNE. Yes, but what good is that? What is lost can not thereby be won back again.

LADY KIRSTEN. No, but I shall get revenge, and that is no little gain. Revenge,--revenge I must have, if I am to bear and live down my loss and all the shame she has brought upon me. The storm last night ruined the whole of my year's crop; not a single uninjured straw is left in my fields; and in here, where she herself has said she has her home, here everything thrives and blossoms more luxuriantly than I have ever seen! Is not that the operation of secret arts? Olaf she has snared so securely in her devilish net that he fled out of the village in the wildest storm to follow her. My house she burned clear to the ground; all the openings and doors she barred on the outside;--it was a miracle of God that the servants brought their timely help!

ARNE. Alas, alas; I am afraid if has cost two lives that I thought much of,--

Ingeborg and m