SOLNESS: You will see
something
different this evening.
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Now for moving into our new home--as quickly
as we can. This evening we'll hang up the wreath--right
on the pinnacle of the tower. What do you say to
that, Hilda?
HILDA _(with sparkling eyes_): It'll be splendid to see
you up so high once more.
MRS. SOLNESS: For heaven's sake, don't, Miss Wangel.
My husband! --when he always gets so dizzy.
HILDA: He--dizzy? I've seen him with my own eyes
at the top of a high church tower.
MRS. SOLNESS: Impossible!
SOLNESS: True, all the same.
MRS. SOLNESS: You, who can't even go out on the
second-floor balcony?
SOLNESS: You will see something different this evening.
MRS. SOLNESS: You're ill, you're ill! I'll write at
once to the doctor. Oh, God, Oh, God!
[_She goes out. _
HILDA: Don't tell me _my_ master builder daren't, _cannot_
climb as high as he builds. You promised me a kingdom,
and then you went and--well! Don't tell me you
can ever be dizzy!
SOLNESS: This evening, then, we'll hang up the wreath,
Princess Hilda.
HILDA (_bitterly_): Over your new home--yes.
SOLNESS: Over the new house, which will never be a
_home_ for _me_.
HILDA (_looks straight in front of her with a far-away
expression, and whispers to herself. The only words
audible are_): Frightfully thrilling----
ACT III
SCENE. --_A large, broad verandah attached to_ SOLNESS'S
_dwelling-house. A flight of steps leads down to the garden
below.
as we can. This evening we'll hang up the wreath--right
on the pinnacle of the tower. What do you say to
that, Hilda?
HILDA _(with sparkling eyes_): It'll be splendid to see
you up so high once more.
MRS. SOLNESS: For heaven's sake, don't, Miss Wangel.
My husband! --when he always gets so dizzy.
HILDA: He--dizzy? I've seen him with my own eyes
at the top of a high church tower.
MRS. SOLNESS: Impossible!
SOLNESS: True, all the same.
MRS. SOLNESS: You, who can't even go out on the
second-floor balcony?
SOLNESS: You will see something different this evening.
MRS. SOLNESS: You're ill, you're ill! I'll write at
once to the doctor. Oh, God, Oh, God!
[_She goes out. _
HILDA: Don't tell me _my_ master builder daren't, _cannot_
climb as high as he builds. You promised me a kingdom,
and then you went and--well! Don't tell me you
can ever be dizzy!
SOLNESS: This evening, then, we'll hang up the wreath,
Princess Hilda.
HILDA (_bitterly_): Over your new home--yes.
SOLNESS: Over the new house, which will never be a
_home_ for _me_.
HILDA (_looks straight in front of her with a far-away
expression, and whispers to herself. The only words
audible are_): Frightfully thrilling----
ACT III
SCENE. --_A large, broad verandah attached to_ SOLNESS'S
_dwelling-house. A flight of steps leads down to the garden
below.
