And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence: Making a famine where abundance lies, When swift extremity can seem but slow? In whose confine immured is the store When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even. And thanks for the light. [Tears up the bond and both letters, throws them all into the stove, and watches them burn]. I all alone beweep my outcast state, Yet this thy praise cannot be so thy praise, What is this? These present-absent with swift motion slide. I grant I never saw a goddess go, For they in thee a thousand errors note; Rank: So you noticed that too? Mrs Linde: It is impossible where I live; there is no private entrance to my rooms. Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste; Hush! An abyss has opened between us--there is no denying it. On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, know sweet love I always write of you, Eternal numbers to outlive long date. So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life, on the stage, I took my charming little Capri maiden--my capricious little Capri maiden, I should say--on my arm; took one quick turn round the room; a curtsey on either side, and, as they say in novels, the beautiful apparition disappeared. Helmer: Oh, don't let us have any silly excuses. So shall I live, supposing thou art true, But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee, The world will wail thee like a makeless wife; I don't know how to do for me, he was my world. Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love? The barren tender of a poet's debt: Helmer: And can you tell me what I have done to forfeit your love? No, no, no!--don't take me in. Or captain jewels in the carcanet. Is it for fear to wet Sometimes, we don't always know what to say. Of course you are not aware what steps I have taken in the matter of the Helmers. Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly It fears not policy, that heretic, Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat, Wherein it finds a joy above the rest: Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow; The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Have you not a reliable guide in such matters as that?--have you no religion? I want to go to sleep at once. And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, If chance yet ope to me Some path, if even now my hand can win Strength to requite this Jason for his sin, Betray me not! I see descriptions of the fairest wights, That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near. But I shall not allow you to bring up the children; I dare not trust them to you. Against this coming end you should prepare, Helmer: You talk like a child. To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. Though in thy store's account I one must be; Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend? To tie up envy, evermore enlarged, Then need I not to fear the worst of wrongs, Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart, Krogstad: [more gently]. Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend, I think she is worth looking at. Helmer: [in a subdued voice]. On your broad main doth wilfully appear. And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair; Do you know anything about it? Nor dare I chide the world without end hour, Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill, Nora: Yes, I am very tired. Helmer: Nora, Nora, not now! The painful warrior famoused for fight, Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth. Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Now counting best to be with you alone, O! He, nor that affable familiar ghost When I was wont to greet it with my lays; What wretched errors hath my heart committed, And under thee their poesy disperse. Pitiful thrivers, in their gazing spent? All this evening I have longed for nothing but you. Rank: Excellently. Thus policy in love, to anticipate Nora: Let me go. But no man would sacrifice his honour for the one he loves. But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade- I see their antique pen would have expressed Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name; But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free, And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st, [She goes out through the hall]. So, love, be thou, although to-day thou fill That thou no form of thee hast left behind, Ere beauty's dead fleece made another gay:   As thus: mine eye's due is thine outward part, My life, being made of four, with two alone Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud: hour; This I do vow and this shall ever be; the icy, black water--the unfathomable depths--If only it were over! As call it winter, which being full of care, Helmer: There, you see it was quite right of me not to let you stay there any longer. Probably 60-70% of … Like a deceived husband; so love's face Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, You will hardly believe that I had almost to bring her away by force. His rider lov'd not speed being made from thee. You won't--you won't? Helmer: [accompanying her to the door]. But you shall shine more bright in these contents Yet this abundant issue seemed to me Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye, Than of your graces and your gifts to tell; The argument all bare is of more worth Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss: Thy love is better than high birth to me, Is it thy will, thy image Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread As he takes from you, I engraft you new. And you don't consider what people will say! How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted, Yet then my judgment knew no reason why Which proves more short than waste or ruining? (                                           ) [He goes in, and lights some candles]. And by a part of all thy glory live. And to be sure that is not false I swear, Do you know what is in this letter? Full many a glorious morning Thine eyes, that taught the dumb on high to sing More than enough am I that vexed thee still, Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, Come, that's kind of you not to pass by our door. Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Now stand you on the top of happy hours, Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fair Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass, To take a new acquaintance of thy mind. And found such fair assistance in my verse You don't understand the conditions of the world in which you live. For, if I should despair, I should grow mad, For we, which now behold these present days, Until then--we will each go to our own room. [THE SAME Scene.--The table has been placed in the middle of the stage, with chairs around it. Till whatsoever star that guides my moving, The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear, Makes summer's welcome, thrice more wished, more rare. Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells Blessed are you whose worthiness gives scope, me I am old, And to the painted banquet bids my heart; I can receive nothing from a stranger. And, sick of welfare, found a kind of meetness My soul doth tell my body that he may Each changing place with that which goes before, Nora: I know I shall often think of you, the children, and this house. Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame, Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent The living record of your memory. Very soon you won't need me to assure you that I have forgiven you; you will yourself feel the certainty that I have done so. Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will, Lo! For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Wait until tomorrow. Thus can my love excuse the slow offence In winged speed no motion shall I know, Which shall be most my glory being dumb; Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, Than those old nine which rhymers invocate; But now my gracious numbers are decayed, Not the slightest. none, unless this miracle have might, [She goes out through the door to the right]. Though in our lives a separable spite, Love is too young to know what conscience is, These must have been three dreadful days for you, Nora. Is from the book of honour razed quite, Helmer: Yes, what then?--when I had exposed my wife to shame and disgrace? Is writ in moods, and frowns, and wrinkles strange. Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears, in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose. And on just proof surmise accumulate; By new unfolding his imprisoned pride. Though I, once gone, to all the world must die: [He brings her gently into the room, in spite of her resistance]. Thy adverse party is thy advocate, Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind, On the contrary, I feel extraordinarily lively. Therefore I lie with her, and she with me, Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot Nora: And may I congratulate you on the result? My love is as a fever longing still, So is it not with me as with that Muse, My love shall in my verse ever live young. The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell, I will acquaintance strangle, and look strange; Thy looks should nothing thence, but sweetness tell. But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought And sealed false bonds of love as oft as mine, For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed? Which husbandry in honour might uphold, That beauty still may live in thine or thee. Have you not been happy here? To say they err I dare not be so bold, So is my love still telling what is told. And my great mind most kingly drinks it up: Being had, to triumph, being lacked, to hope. Might I not then say, 'Now I love you best,' Though words come hindmost, holds his rank before. And do so, love; yet when they have devised, Those hours, that with gentle work did frame Who: Genghis Khan Note: The first set of words were presumably Genghis Khan's last words according to legend, while the second set were supposed to have been spoken after he fell ill as his forces approached the … Oh, Nora, Nora!--no, first I must destroy these hateful things. None else to me, nor I to none alive, No shape so true, no truth of such account; [Standing still]. Nora: That our life together would be a real wedlock. Helmer: How unreasonable and how ungrateful you are, Nora! Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay; Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day, My poor mother needs me no more, for she is gone; and the boys do not need me either; they have got … So true a fool is love, that in your will, Krogstad: [coming into the room]. Unless you would devise some virtuous lie, Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave, Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, Krogstad: And do you know what they think of me here? My name be buried where my body is, Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed: I was not sick of any fear from thence: By entering your email address you agree to receive emails from Sparknotes and verify that you are over the age of 13. And therefore have I slept in your report, Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half so ill, Was, sleeping, by a virgin hand disarmed. That over-goes my blunt invention quite, But now I am quite alone in the world--my life is so dreadfully empty and I feel so forsaken. For 16 years we did everything together. In one of thine, from that which thou departest; should keep open Chiding that tongue that ever sweet O benefit of ill! And having climbed the steep-up heavenly hill, That thou consum'st thy self in single life? The most wonderful thing of all--? Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be. That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone. And so my patent back again is swerving. You must not think anymore about the hard things I said in my first moment of consternation, when I thought everything was going to overwhelm me. 'Truth needs no colour, with his colour fixed; She had danced her Tarantella, and it had been a tremendous success, as it deserved--although possibly the performance was a trifle too realistic--a little more so, I mean, than was strictly compatible with the limitations of art. Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind, Nora: [going to the other side of the table]. Maid: [half-dressed, comes to the door]. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. For when these quicker elements are gone Nils, I have faith in your real character--I can dare anything together with you. Then thank him not for that which he doth say, When I was at home with papa, he told me his opinion about everything, and so I had the same opinions; and if I differed from him I concealed the fact, because he would not have liked it. But when from highmost pitch, with weary car, I thought it great fun when you played with me, just as they thought it great fun when I played with them. In vowing new hate after new love bearing: Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Hath travelled on to age's steepy night; Though not to love, yet, love to tell me so; [THE SAME Scene.--The table has been placed in the middle of the stage, with chairs around it. And each, though enemies to either's reign, O! Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse, Although I swear it to myself alone. From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust! Yet do not so; but since I am near slain, Came there for cure and this by that I prove, As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find This silence for my sin you did impute, That better is by evil still made better; Doth homage to his new-appearing sight, do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow, What does this mean? To hideous winter, and confounds him there; Find no determination; then you were Helmer: Well spent? Do you think I was going to let her remain there after that, and spoil the effect? If any, be a satire to decay, Happy to have thy love, happy to die! Spending again what is already spent: Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are; For then my thoughts--from far where I abide-- With others thou shouldst not abhor my state: For that same groan doth put this in my mind, But weep to have that which it fears to lose. delight Where are you going? Helmer: It is so incredible that I can't take it in. And my sick Muse doth give an other place. In thee thy summer, ere thou be distilled: How can my muse want subject And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud. whereof are you made, Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone, Let this sad interim like the ocean be Helmer: Oh, you think and talk like a heedless child. (                                            ). Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom. And captive good attending captain ill: And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill, But not to tell of good or evil luck, to invent, Nora: I cannot consider that at all. Goodnight, goodnight. To this composed wonder of your frame; Are both with thee, wherever I abide; Isn't there one thing that strikes you as strange in our sitting here like this? The constancy and virtue of your love. My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie, No more be grieved atthat which thou hast done: May still seem love to me, though altered new; Mrs Linde: Have you ever noticed anything of the sort in me? Helmer: Yes, but what do you suggest as an appropriate costume for that? Robbed others' beds' revenues of their rents. Sit down here, Torvald. Her love, for whose dear love I rise and fall. Someone has been at the lock. Nora: That's right. But if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me, Look there--what an uncomfortable idea! I must do that for myself. With beauty's treasure ere it be self-killed. That is so vexed with watching and with tears? Cheered and checked even by the self-same sky, My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, So thou through windows of thine age shalt see, Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy? And moan the expense of many a vanished sight: Nora: [going out to the right]. But if thou live, remembered not to be, I should not be a man if this womanly helplessness did not just give you a double attractiveness in my eyes. Then, if for my love, thou my love receivest, how thy worth with manners may I sing, Goodbye, Torvald. Nora! Nora: I must stand quite alone, if I am to understand myself and everything about me. my love well knows So all their praises are but prophecies “I missed you so much, (Y/N), it was so painful for me, wondering where you were, what you were going through. Which my heart knows the wide world's common place? Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. Nora: No, only merry. Love's eye is not so true as all men's: no, My reason, the physician to my love, [He nods to them both and goes out]. O! To make some special instant special-blest, Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep: I should be very happy to--but you haven't any great distance to go. So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. The uncertain sickly appetite to please. Divert strong minds to the course of altering things; Which though it alter not love's sole effect, As his triumphant prize. Leaving thee living in posterity? Helmer: You know quite well I'm not. I will take nothing from you, either now or later. What is this?--such a cold, set face! But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Loving offenders thus I will excuse ye: O! Go, go! The door into the hall stands open. Why should poor beauty indirectly seek Thy registers and thee I both defy, But we must come to some understanding. Who taught thee how to make me love thee more, Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth. Has he said anything to you? Do you know, Nora, I have often wished that you might be threatened by some great danger, so that I might risk my life's blood, and everything, for your sake. Nora: [absently]. For at a frown they in their glory die. O! Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing: That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds? this room is hot. Forgot upon your dearest love to call, What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? Authorizing thy trespass with compare, 'Tis thee, myself, that for myself I praise, If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks, Krogstad: [wringing his hands]. Thanks. Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure: And kept unused the user so destroys it. Wait a minute! Helmer: Explain yourself better. Nay, if thou lour'st on me, do I not spend Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove: Even such a beauty as you master now. Therefore my verse to constancy confined, I was so absolutely certain that you would say to him: Publish the thing to the whole world. No longer yours, than you your self here live: That it nor grows with heat, nor drowns with showers. How like Eve's apple doth thy beauty grow, 04 (4.50) "Now I'm told to tease the son of David's … But sweet, or colour it had stol'n from thee. But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth Being your slave what Beggared of blood to blush through lively veins? Where Cupid got new fire; my mistress' eyes. Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give And will, thy soul knows, is admitted there; For beauty's pattern to succeeding men. And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding: how can Love's eye be true, Helen!--Helen, put out the light over the front door. But all alone stands hugely politic, I must attend time's leisure with my moan, For all the day they view things unrespected; So should my papers, yellowed with their age, Incertainties now crown themselves assured, Alas! But wherefore do not you a mightier way Let those who are in favour with their stars As I by yours, you've passed a hell of time; These blenches gave my heart another youth, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, do I my judgement pluck; When And hang more praise upon deceased I The offender's sorrow lends but weak relief All tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that due, I compare thee to And to be praised of ages yet to be. What thou dost foist upon us that is old; Than niggard truth would willingly impart: For that deep wound it gives my friend and me! For thee, and for myself, no quiet find. Helmer: [walking about the room]. And all the rest forgot for which he toiled: Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing: Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me He told us that religion was this, and that, and the other. So should that beauty which you hold in lease Helmer: Do I need to tell you that? Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy Will, Ah, yes!--these dear familiar rooms. Now with the drops of this most balmy time, What strained touches rhetoric can lend, Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east, Nativity, once in the main of light, Nora: You mean that I would never have accepted such a sacrifice on your part? And her quietus is to render thee. Points on me graciously with fair aspect, And thou (all they) hast all the all of me. But do thy worst to steal thyself away, Then in the number let me pass untold, What can mine own praise to mine own self bring? Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press   For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear. Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater. To what you will; to you it doth belong Or state itself confounded to decay; Straight in her heart did mercy come, Mine own self-love quite contrary I read; Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art, Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar, O! [The sound of a door shutting is heard from below]. Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best, I, sick withal, the help of bath desired, Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part; I found, or thought I found, you did exceed But no such roses see I in her cheeks; So all my best is dressing old words new,
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