The Chief European Dramatists: Twenty-one Plays from the Drama of Greece, Rome, Spain, France, Italy, Germany, Denmark, and Norway, from 500 B.C. to 1879 A.D.
Twenty one plays from the drama of Greece, Rome, Spain, France, Italy, Germany, Denmark, and Norway from 500 B. C. to 1879 A.
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Страница 763 - ... [Stands up.] Torvald — in that moment it burst upon me that I had been living here these eight years with a strange man, and had borne him three children. — Oh, I can't bear to think of it! I could tear myself to pieces! HELMER. [Sadly.] I see it, I see it; an abyss has opened between us. — But, Nora, can it never be filled up? NORA. As I now am, I am no wife for you. HELMER. I have strength to become another man. NORA. Perhaps — when your doll is taken away from you. HELMER.
Страница 646 - Away ! I'll call you when the coast is clear. [MELCHTHAL retires. Unhappy youth ! I dare not tell him all The evil that my boding heart predicts ! Who's there? The door ne'er opens, but I look For tidings of mishap. Suspicion lurks With darkling treachery in every nook. Even to our inmost rooms they force their way, These myrmidons of power ; and soon we'll need To fasten bolts and bars upon our doors. [He opens the door, and steps back in surprise as WERNER STAUFFACHER enters.
Страница 659 - Rdsselmann (stepping into the circle) Bethink ye well, before ye draw the sword. Some peaceful compromise may yet be made; Speak but one word, and at your feet you'll see The men who now oppress you. Take the terms That have been often tendered you; renounce The Empire, and to Austria swear allegiance!
Страница 739 - That was nothing to me. I didn't care in the least about you. I couldn't endure you for all the cruel difficulties you made, although you knew how ill my husband was.
Страница 761 - No; only merry. And you have always been so kind to me. But our house has been nothing but a play-room. Here I have been your doll-wife, just as at home I used to be papa's doll-child. And the children, in their turn, have been my dolls. I thought it fun when you played with me, just as the children did when I played with them. That has been our marriage, Torvald.
Страница 639 - Impossible ! a storm is close at hand, Wait till it pass ! You must. BAUM. Almighty heavens! I cannot wait ; the least delay is death. KUONI (to the fisherman). Push out — God with you! We should help our neighbors ; The like misfortune may betide us all.
Страница 685 - What! Are the people mad, That they make music to a murder? Silence! — [Music breaks off suddenly. People continue to flock in.] Speak, if you can, my lord. Have you no charge To trust me with? [GESSLER makes signs with his hand, which he repeats with vehemence when he finds they are not understood.] Where shall I take you to? To Kussnacht?
Страница 101 - Traiii'd in exercise and art, in sacred dances and in song, All are ousted and supplanted by a base ignoble throng; Paltry stamp and vulgar mettle raise them to command and place, Brazen counterfeit pretenders, scoundrels of a scoundrel race; Whom the state in former ages scarce would have allow'd to stand, At the sacrifice of outcasts, as the scapegoats of the land.
Страница 27 - Yet ah my king, my king no more ! What words to say, what tears to pour Can tell my love for thee ! The spider-web of treachery She wove and wound, thy life around, And lo ! I see thee lie, And thro...