HILDA (_ecstatically_): It is the
_impossible_
that he is
doing now.
doing now.
World's Greatest Books - Volume 17 - Poetry and Drama
The band of the
Masons' Union is heard_. RAGNAR _tells_ SOLNESS
_that the foreman is ready to go up with the wreath_.
SOLNESS _goes out. The others watch eagerly_.
DR. HERDAL: There goes the foreman up the ladder.
RAGNAR: Why, but it's------
HILDA (_jubilant_): It's the master builder himself.
MRS. SOLNESS: Oh, my God! Halvard, Halvard! I
must go to him!
DR. HERDAL (_holding her_): Don't move, any of you.
Not a sound.
RAGNAR: I feel as if I were looking at something
utterly impossible.
HILDA (_ecstatically_): It is the _impossible_ that he is
doing now. Can you see anyone else up there with him?
There is One he is striving with. I hear a song--a
mighty song. He is waving to us. Oh, wave back.
Hurrah for Master Builder Solness!
[_The shout is taken up. Then a shriek of horror. A
human body, with planks and pieces of wood, is
vaguely seen crashing down behind the trees_.
HILDA: _My_ Master Builder!
A VOICE: Mr. Solness is dead. He fell right into the
quarry.
RAGNAR: So, after all, he could not do it.
HILDA: But he mounted right up to the top.
Masons' Union is heard_. RAGNAR _tells_ SOLNESS
_that the foreman is ready to go up with the wreath_.
SOLNESS _goes out. The others watch eagerly_.
DR. HERDAL: There goes the foreman up the ladder.
RAGNAR: Why, but it's------
HILDA (_jubilant_): It's the master builder himself.
MRS. SOLNESS: Oh, my God! Halvard, Halvard! I
must go to him!
DR. HERDAL (_holding her_): Don't move, any of you.
Not a sound.
RAGNAR: I feel as if I were looking at something
utterly impossible.
HILDA (_ecstatically_): It is the _impossible_ that he is
doing now. Can you see anyone else up there with him?
There is One he is striving with. I hear a song--a
mighty song. He is waving to us. Oh, wave back.
Hurrah for Master Builder Solness!
[_The shout is taken up. Then a shriek of horror. A
human body, with planks and pieces of wood, is
vaguely seen crashing down behind the trees_.
HILDA: _My_ Master Builder!
A VOICE: Mr. Solness is dead. He fell right into the
quarry.
RAGNAR: So, after all, he could not do it.
HILDA: But he mounted right up to the top.