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Ibsen, Henrik, 1828-1906

"The Master Builder"


[With a half-dubious smile.] A real castle in the air?

SOLNESS.
Yes. One with a firm foundation under it.

RAGNAR BROVIK comes out from the house. He is carrying a
large green wreath with flowers and silk ribbons.

HILDA.
[With an outburst of pleasure.] The wreath! Oh, that will be
glorious!

SOLNESS.
[In surprise.] Have you brought the wreath Ragnar?

RAGNAR.
I promised the foreman I would.

SOLNESS.
[Relieved.] Ah, then I suppose you father is better?

RAGNAR.
No.

SOLNESS.
Was he not cheered by what I wrote?

RAGNAR.
It came too late.

SOLNESS.
Too late!

RAGNAR.
When she came with it he was unconscious. He had had a stroke.

SOLNESS.
Why, then, you must go home to him! You must attend to your father!

RAGNAR.
He does not need me any more.

SOLNESS.
But surely you ought to be with him.

RAGNAR.
She is sitting by his bed.

SOLNESS.
[Rather uncertainly.] Kaia?

RAGNAR.
[Looking darkly at him.] Yes--Kaia.

SOLNESS.
Go home, Ragnar--both to him and to her. Give me the wreath.

RAGNAR.
[Suppresses a mocking smile.


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