Rosmersholm E-Book

Henrik Ibsen

• Herausgeber: Skyline
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

Rosmer (coming closer to her). Rebecca—suppose I asked you now—will you be my second wife? Rebecca (is speechless for a moment, then gives a cry of joy). Your wife! Yours—! I! Rosmer. Yes—let us try what that will do. We two shall be one. There must no longer be any empty place left by the dead in this house. Rebecca. I—in Beata's place—? Rosmer. And then that chapter of my life will be closed—completely closed, never to be reopened. Rebecca (in a low, trembling voice). Do you think so, John? Rosmer. It must be so! It must! I cannot—I will not—go through life with a dead body on my back. Help me to throw it off, Rebecca; and then let us stifle all memories in our sense of freedom, in joy, in passion. You shall be to me the only wife I have ever had. Rebecca (controlling herself). Never speak of this, again. I will never be your wife.

Leseprobe

Henrik Ibsen

Rosmersholm

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Table of contents

ACT I

ACT II

ACT III

ACT IV

DRAMATIS PERSONAEJohn Rosmer, of Rosmersholm, an ex-clergyman.Rebecca West, one of his household, originally engaged as companion to the late Mrs. Rosmer.Kroll, headmaster of the local grammar school, Rosmer's brother-in-law.Ulrik Brendel.Peter Mortensgaard.Mrs. Helseth, Rosmer's housekeeper.(The action takes place at Rosmersholm, an old manor-house in the neighbourhood of a small town on a fjord in western Norway.)

ACT I

(SCENE—The sitting-room at Rosmersholm; a spacious room, comfortably furnished in old-fashioned style. In the foreground, against the right-hand wall, is a stove decorated with sprigs of fresh birch and wild flowers. Farther back, a door. In the back wall folding doors leading into the entrance hall. In the left-hand wall a window, in front of which is a stand filled with flowers and plants. Near the stove stand a table, a couch and an easy-chair. The walls are hung round with portraits, dating from various periods, of clergymen, military officers and other officials in uniform. The window is open, and so are the doors into the lobby and the outer door. Through the latter is seen an avenue of old trees leading to a courtyard. It is a summer evening, after sunset. REBECCA WEST is sitting by the window crocheting a large white woollen shawl, which is nearly completed. From time to time she peeps out of window through the flowers. MRS. HELSETH comes in from the right.)