E-Book, Englisch, 287 Seiten
Ibsen Peer Gynt - with original colour illustrations by Arthur Rackham (Annotated)
1. Auflage 2013
ISBN: 978-80-7484-973-2
Verlag: e-artnow
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 6 - ePub Watermark
Enriched Edition. A Norwegian Verse Drama of Trolls, Folklore, Satire, and Selfhood
E-Book, Englisch, 287 Seiten
ISBN: 978-80-7484-973-2
Verlag: e-artnow
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 6 - ePub Watermark
This carefully crafted ebook: 'Peer Gynt - with original colour illustrations by Arthur Rackham ' is formatted for your eReader with a functional and detailed table of contents. Peer Gynt is a five-act play in verse by Henrik Ibsen, loosely based on the fairy tale Per Gynt. Written in the Dano-Norwegian language, it is the most widely performed Norwegian play. The book was first published in 1867. In Peer Gynt, Ibsen satirized the weaknesses of the Norwegian people, incorporating them into the character of Peer. Peer is a dreamer, liar, excelent storyteller and an irresponsible person who avoids all problems. He uses and discards women and looks towards the grandiose, the unattainable. Despite of this, one can't help but like and feel sorry for Peer, as it is easy to recognize something of yourself in him. Henrik Johan Ibsen (1828 - 1906) was a major 19th-century Norwegian playwright, theatre director, and poet. He is often referred to as 'the father of realism' and is one of the founders of Modernism in theatre. His major works include Brand, Peer Gynt, An Enemy of the People, Emperor and Galilean, A Doll's House, Hedda Gabler, Ghosts, The Wild Duck, Rosmersholm, and The Master Builder.
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Scene First
[A narrow path, high up in the mountains. Early morning.]
[PEER GYNT comes hastily and sullenly along the path. INGRID, Still wearing some of her bridal ornaments, is trying to hold him back.]
Peer
Get you from me!
Ingrid [weeping]
After this, Peer?
Whither?
Peer
Where you will for me.
Ingrid [wringing her hands]
Oh, what falsehood!
Peer
Useless railing.
Each alone must go his way.
Ingrid
Sin — and sin again unites us!
Peer
Devil take all recollections!
Devil take the tribe of women —
all but one —!
Ingrid
Who is that one, pray?
Peer
’Tis not you.
Ingrid
Who is it then?
Peer
Go! Go thither whence you came!
Off! To your father!
Ingrid
Dearest, sweetest —
Peer
Peace!
Ingrid
You cannot mean it, surely,
what you’re saying?
Peer
Can and do.
Ingrid
First to lure — and then forsake me!
Peer
And what terms have you to offer?
Ingrid
Hegstad Farm, and more besides.
Peer
Is your psalm-book in your kerchief?
Where’s the gold-mane on your shoulders?
Do you glance adown your apron?
Do you hold your mother’s skirt-fold?
Speak!
Ingrid
No, but —
Peer
Went you to the pastor
this last spring-tide?
Ingrid
No, but Peer —
Peer
Is there shyness in your glances?
When I beg, can you deny?
Ingrid
Heaven! I think his wits are going!
Peer
Does your presence sanctify?
Speak!
Ingrid
No, but —
Peer
What’s all the rest then?
[Going.]
Ingrid [blocking his way]
Know you it will cost your neck
should you fail me?
Peer
What do I care?
Ingrid
You may win both wealth and honour
if you take me —
Peer
Can’t afford.
Ingrid [bursting into tears]
Oh, you lured me —!
Peer
You were willing.
Ingrid
I was desperate!
Peer
Frantic I.
Ingrid [threatening]
Dearly shall you pay for this!
Peer
Dearest payment cheap I’ll reckon.
Ingrid
Is your purpose set?
Peer
Like flint.
Ingrid
Good! we’ll see, then, who’s the winner!
[Goes downwards.]
Peer [stands silent a moment, then cries:]
Devil take all recollections!
Devil take the tribe of women!
Ingrid [turning her head, and calling mockingly upwards:]
All but one!
Peer
Yes, all but one.
[They go their several ways.]
Scene Second
[Near a mountain tarn; the ground is soft and marshy round about. A storm is gathering.]
[ÅSE enters, calling and gazing around her despairingly, in every direction. SOLVEIG has difficulty in keeping up with her. SOLVEIG’S FATHER and MOTHER, with HELGA, are some way behind.]
Åse [tossing about her arms, and tearing her hair]
All things are against me with wrathful might!
Heaven, and the waters, and the grisly mountains!
Fog-scuds from heaven roll down to bewilder him!
The treacherous waters are lurking to murder him!
The mountains would crush him with landslip and rift!—
And the people too! They’re out after his life!
God knows they shan’t have it! I can’t bear to lose him!
Oh, the oaf! to think that the fiend should tempt him!
[Turning to SOLVEIG.]
Now isn’t it clean unbelievable this?
He, that did nought but romance and tell lies;—
he, whose sole strength was the strength of his jaw;
he, that did never a stroke of true work;—
he —! Oh, a body could both cry and laugh!—
Oh, we clung closely in sorrow and need.
Ay, you must know that my husband, he drank,
loafed round the parish to roister and prate,
wasted and trampled our gear under foot.
And meanwhile at home there sat Peerkin and I—
the best we could do was to try to forget;
for ever I’ve found it so hard to bear up.
It’s a terrible thing to look fate in the eyes;
and of course one is glad to be quit of one’s cares,
and try all one can to keep thought far away.
Some take to brandy, and others to lies;
and we — why we took to fairy-tales
of princes and trolls and of all sorts of beasts;
and of bride-rapes as well. Ah, but who could have dreamt
that those devil’s yarns would have stuck in his head?
[In a fresh access of terror.]
Hu! What a scream! It’s the nixie or droug!
Peer! Peer!— Up there on that hillock —!
[She runs to the top of a little rise, and looks out over the tarn. SOLVEIG’S FATHER and MOTHER come up.]
Åse
Not a sign to be seen!
The Father [quietly]
It is worst for him!
Åse [weeping]
Oh, my Peer! Oh, my own lost lamb!
The Father [nods mildly]
You may well say lost.
Åse
Oh no, don’t talk like that!
He is so clever. There’s no one like him.
The Father
You foolish woman!
Åse
Oh ay; oh ay;
foolish I am, but the boy’s all right!
The Father [still softly and with mild eyes]
His heart is hardened, his soul is lost.
Åse [in terror]
No, no, he can’t be so hard, our Lord!
The Father
Do you think he can sigh for his debt of sin?
Åse [eagerly]
No, but he can ride through the air on a buck, though!
The Mother
Christ, are you mad?
The Father
Why, what do you mean?
Åse
Never a deed is too great for him.
You shall see, if only he lives so long —
The Father
Best if you saw him on the gallows hanging.
Åse [shrieks]
Oh, cross of Christ!
The Father
In the hangman’s hands,
it may be his heart would be turned to repentance.
Åse [bewildered]
Oh, you’ll soon talk me out of my senses!
We must find him!
The Father
To rescue his soul.
Åse
And his body!
If he’s stuck in the swamp, we must drag him out;
if he’s taken by trolls, we must ring the bells for him.
The Father
Hm!— Here’s a sheep-path —
Åse
The Lord will repay you
your guidance and help!
The Father
It’s a Christian’s duty.
Åse
Then the others, fie! they are heathens all;
there wasn’t one that would go with us —
The Father
They knew him too well.
Åse
He was too good for them!
[Wrings her...
