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Ibsen, Henrik, 1828-1906

"The Vikings of Helgeland The Prose Dramas Of Henrik Ibsen, Vol. III."

Ask me not. Yesterday he bore Thorolf's
body to the ships; now he is raising a grave-mound on the shore;--
there shall his son be laid.
(GUNNAR says nothing and goes out by the back.)
DAGNY. Until evening there is no danger. (Coming nearer.) Hiordis,
I have another errand in thy house; it is to thee I come.
HIORDIS. To me? After all that befell yesterday?
DAGNY. Just because of that. Hiordis, foster-sister, do not hate
me; forget the words that sorrow and evil spirits placed in my mouth;
forgive me all the wrong I have done thee; for, trust me, I am tenfold
more hapless than thou!
HIORDIS. Hapless--thou! Sigurd's wife!
DAGNY. It was _my_ doing, all that befell--the stirring up of
strife, and Thorolf's death, and all the scorn that fell upon Gunnar
and thee. Mine is all the guilt! Woe upon me!--I have lived so
happily; but after this day I shall never know joy again.
HIORDIS (as if seized by a sudden thought). But before--in these
five long years--all that time hast thou been happy?
DAGNY. Canst thou doubt it?
HIORDIS. Hm; yesterday I doubted it not; but----
DAGNY. What meanest thou?
HIORDIS. Nay, 'tis nought; let us speak of other matters.
DAGNY. No truly. Hiordis, tell me----!
HIORDIS. It will profit thee little; but since thou wilt have it
so---- (With a malignant expression.


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