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Ibsen, Henrik, 1828-1906

"The Master Builder"



HILDA.
Oh, perhaps I wasn't quite such a child either. Not such a mere chit
as you imagine.

SOLNESS.
[Looks searchingly at her.] Did you really and seriously expect me
to come again?

HILDA.
[Conceals a half-teasing smile.] Yes, indeed! I did expect that
of you.

SOLNESS.
That I should come back to your home, and take you away with me?

HILDA.
Just like a troll--yes.

SOLNESS.
And make a princess of you?

HILDA.
That's what you promised.

SOLNESS.
And give you a kingdom as well?

HILDA.
[Looks up at the ceiling.] Why not? Of course it need not have been
an actual, every-day sort of a kingdom.

SOLNESS.
But something else just as good?

HILDA.
Yes, at least as good. [Looks at him a moment.] I thought, if you
could build the highest church-towers in the world, you could surely
manage to raise a kingdom of one sort or another as well.

SOLNESS.
[Shakes his head.] I can't quite make you out, Miss Wangel.

HILDA.
Can you not? To me it seems all so simple.

SOLNESS.
No, I can't make up my mind whether you mean all you say, or are simply
having a joke with me.


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