Hedda Gabler by Henrik Ibsen (books on motivation .txt) đź“•
Of all Ibsen's works, Hedda Gabler is the most detached, the most objective--a character-study pure and simple. It is impossible--or so it seems to me--to extract any sort of general idea from it. One cannot even call it a satire, unless one is prepared to apply that term to the record of a "case" i
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HEDDA.
Well! And what did he say?
MRS. ELVSTED.
He said that when they parted, she threatened to shoot him with a pistol.
HEDDA.
[With cold composure.] Oh nonsense! No one does that sort of thing here.
MRS. ELVSTED.
No. And that is why I think it must have been that red-haired singing-woman whom he once—
HEDDA.
Yes, very likely.
MRS. ELVSTED.
For I remember they used to say of her that she carried loaded firearms.
HEDDA.
Oh—then of course it must have been she.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Wringing her hands.] And now just fancy, Hedda—I hear that this singing-woman—that she is in town again! Oh, I don't know what to do—
HEDDA.
[Glancing towards the inner room.] Hush! Here comes Tesman. [Rises and whispers.] Thea—all this must remain between you and me.
MRS. ELVSTED.
[Springing up.] Oh yes—yes! For heaven's sake—!
through the inner room.
TESMAN.
There now—the epistle is finished.
HEDDA.
That's right. And now Mrs. Elvsted is just going. Wait a moment—I'll go with you to the garden gate.
TESMAN.
Do you think Berta could post the letter, Hedda dear?
HEDDA.
[Takes it.] I will tell her to.
BERTA.
Judge Brack wishes to know if Mrs. Tesman will receive him.
HEDDA.
Yes, ask Judge Brack to come in. And look here—put this letter in the post.
BERTA. [Taking the letter.] Yes, ma'am.
is a main of forty-five; thick set, but well-built and elastic
in his movements. His face is roundish with an aristocratic
profile. His hair is short, still almost black, and carefully
dressed. His eyebrows thick. His moustaches are also thick,
with short-cut ends. He wears a well-cut walking-suit, a
little too youthful for his age. He uses an eye-glass, which
he now and then lets drop.
JUDGE BRACK.
[With his hat in his hand, bowing.] May one venture to call so early in the day?
HEDDA.
Of course one may.
TESMAN.
[Presses his hand.] You are welcome at any time. [Introducing him.] Judge Brack—Miss Rysing—
HEDDA.
Oh—!
BRACK.
[Bowing.] Ah—delighted—
HEDDA.
[Looks at him and laughs.] It's nice to have a look at you by daylight, Judge!
BRACK.
So you find me—altered?
HEDDA.
A little younger, I think.
BRACK.
Thank you so much.
TESMAN.
But what do you think of Hedda—eh? Doesn't she look flourishing? She has actually—
HEDDA.
Oh, do leave me alone. You haven't thanked Judge Brack for all the trouble he has taken—
BRACK.
Oh, nonsense—it was a pleasure to me—
HEDDA.
Yes, you are a friend indeed. But here stands Thea all impatience to be off—so au revoir Judge. I shall be back again presently.
door.
BRACK.
Well,—is your wife tolerably satisfied—
TESMAN.
Yes, we can't thank you sufficiently. Of course she talks of a little re-arrangement here and there; and one or two things are still wanting. We shall have to buy some additional trifles.
BRACK.
Indeed!
TESMAN.
But we won't trouble you about these things. Hedda say she herself will look after what is wanting.—Shan't we sit down? Eh?
BRACK.
Thanks, for a moment. [Seats himself beside the table.] There is something I wanted to speak to about, my dear Tesman.
TESMAN.
Indeed? Ah, I understand! [Seating himself.] I suppose it's the serious part of the frolic that is coming now. Eh?
BRACK.
Oh, the money question is not so very pressing; though, for that matter, I wish we had gone a little more economically to work.
TESMAN.
But that would never have done, you know! Think of Hedda, my dear fellow! You, who know her so well—! I couldn't possibly ask her to put up with a shabby style of living!
BRACK.
No, no—that is just the difficulty.
TESMAN.
And then—fortunately—it can't be long before I receive my appointment.
BRACK.
Well, you see—such things are often apt to hang fire for a long time.
TESMAN.
Have you heard anything definite? Eh?
BRACK.
Nothing exactly definite—. [Interrupting himself.] But by-the-bye—I have one piece of news for you.
TESMAN.
Well?
BRACK.
Your old friend, Eilert Lovborg, has returned to town.
TESMAN.
I know that already.
BRACK.
Indeed! How did you learn it?
TESMAN.
From that lady who went out with Hedda.
BRACK.
Really? What was her name? I didn't quite catch it.
TESMAN.
Mrs. Elvsted.
BRACK.
Aha—Sheriff Elvsted's wife? Of course—he has been living up in their regions.
TESMAN.
And fancy—I'm delighted to hear that he is quite a reformed character.
BRACK.
So they say.
TESMAN.
And then he has published a new book—eh?
BRACK.
Yes, indeed he has.
TESMAN.
And I hear it has made some sensation!
BRACK.
Quite an unusual sensation.
TESMAN.
Fancy—isn't that good news! A man of such extraordinary talents—. I felt so grieved to think that he had gone irretrievably to ruin.
BRACK.
That was what everybody thought.
TESMAN.
But I cannot imagine what he will take to now! How in the world will he be able to make his living? Eh?
HEDDA.
[To BRACK, laughing with a touch of scorn.] Tesman is for ever worrying about how people are to make their living.
TESMAN.
Well you see, dear—we were talking about poor Eilert Lovborg.
HEDDA.
[Glancing at him rapidly.] Oh, indeed? [Sets herself in the arm-chair beside the stove and asks indifferently:] What is the matter with him?
TESMAN.
Well—no doubt he has run through all his property long ago; and he can scarcely write a new book every year—eh? So I really can't see what is to become of him.
BRACK.
Perhaps I can give you some information on that point.
TESMAN.
Indeed!
BRACK.
You must remember that his relations have a good deal of influence.
TESMAN.
Oh, his relations, unfortunately, have entirely washed their hands of him.
BRACK.
At one time they called him the hope of the family.
TESMAN.
At one time, yes! But he has put an end to all that.
HEDDA.
Who knows? [With a slight smile.] I hear they have reclaimed him up at Sheriff Elvsted's—
BRACK.
And then this book that he has published—
TESMAN.
Well well, I hope to goodness they may find something for him to do. I have just written to him. I asked him to come and see us this evening, Hedda dear.
BRACK.
But my dear fellow, you are booked for my bachelor's party this evening. You promised on the pier last night.
HEDDA.
Had you forgotten, Tesman?
TESMAN.
Yes, I had utterly forgotten.
BRACK.
But it doesn't matter, for you may be sure he won't come.
TESMAN.
What makes you think that? Eh?
BRACK.
[With a little hesitation, rising and resting his hands on the back of his chair.] My dear Tesman—and you too, Mrs. Tesman—I think I ought not to keep you in the dark about something that—that—
TESMAN.
That concerns Eilert—?
BRACK.
Both you and him.
TESMAN.
Well, my dear Judge, out with it.
BRACK.
You must be prepared to find your appointment deferred longer than you desired or expected.
TESMAN.
[Jumping up uneasily.] Is there some hitch about it? Eh?
BRACK.
The nomination may perhaps be made conditional on the result of a competition—
TESMAN.
Competition! Think of that, Hedda!
HEDDA.
[Leans further back in the chair.] Aha—aha!
TESMAN.
But who can my competitor be? Surely not—?
BRACK.
Yes, precisely—Eilert Lovborg.
TESMAN.
[Clasping his hands.] No, no—it's quite impossible! Eh?
BRACK.
H'm—that is what it may come to, all the same.
TESMAN.
Well but, Judge Brack—it would show the most incredible lack of consideration for me. [Gesticulates with his arms.] For—just think—I'm a married man! We have married on the strength of these prospects, Hedda and I; and run deep into debt; and borrowed money from Aunt Julia too. Good heavens, they had as good as promised me the appointment. Eh?
BRACK.
Well, well, well—no doubt you will get it in the end; only after a contest.
HEDDA.
[Immovable in her arm-chair.] Fancy, Tesman, there will be a sort of sporting interest in that.
TESMAN.
Why, my dearest Hedda, how can you be so indifferent about it?
HEDDA.
[As before.] I am not at all indifferent. I am most eager to see who wins.
BRACK.
In any case, Mrs. Tesman, it is best that you should know how matters stand. I mean—before you set about the little purchases I hear you are threatening.
HEDDA.
This can make no difference.
BRACK.
Indeed! Then I have no more to say. Good-bye! [To TESMAN.] I shall look in on my way back from my afternoon walk, and take you home with me.
TESMAN.
Oh yes, yes—your news has quite upset me.
HEDDA.
[Reclining, holds out her hand.] Good-bye, Judge; and be sure you call in the afternoon.
BRACK.
Many thanks. Good-bye, good-bye!
TESMAN.
[Accompanying him to the door.] Good-bye my dear Judge! You must really excuse me— [JUDGE BRACK goes out by the hall door.
TESMAN.
[Crosses the room.] Oh Hedda—one should never rush into adventures. Eh?
HEDDA.
[Looks at him, smiling.] Do you do that?
TESMAN.
Yes, dear—there is no denying—it was adventurous to go and marry and set up house upon mere expectations.
HEDDA.
Perhaps you are right there.
TESMAN.
Well—at all events, we have our delightful home, Hedda! Fancy, the home we both dreamed of—the home we were in love with, I may almost say. Eh?
HEDDA.
[Rising slowly and wearily.] It was part of our compact that we were to go into society—to keep open house.
TESMAN.
Yes, if you only knew how I had been looking forward to it! Fancy—to see you as hostess—in a select circle! Eh? Well, well, well—for the present we shall have to get on without society, Hedda—only to invite Aunt Julia now and then.—Oh, I intended you to lead such an utterly different life, dear—!
HEDDA.
Of course I cannot have my man in livery just yet.
TESMAN.
Oh, no, unfortunately. It would be out of the question for us to keep a footman, you know.
HEDDA.
And the saddle-horse I was to have had—
TESMAN.
[Aghast.] The saddle-horse!
HEDDA.
—I suppose I must not think of that now.
TESMAN.
Good heavens, no!—that's as clear as daylight!
HEDDA.
[Goes up the room.] Well, I shall have one thing at least to kill time with in the meanwhile.
TESMAN.
[Beaming.] Oh thank heaven for that! What is it, Hedda. Eh?
HEDDA.
[In the middle doorway, looks at him with covert scorn.] My pistols, George.
TESMAN.
[In alarm.] Your pistols!
HEDDA.
[With cold eyes.] General Gabler's pistols.
TESMAN.
[Rushes up to the middle doorway and calls after her:] No, for heaven's sake, Hedda darling—don't touch those dangerous things! For my sake Hedda! Eh?
ACT SECOND.
piano has been removed, and an elegant little writing-table
with the book-shelves put in its place. A smaller table
stands near the sofa on the left. Most of the bouquets have
been taken away. MRS. ELVSTED'S bouquet is upon the large
table in front.—It is afternoon.
HEDDA, dressed to receive callers, is alone in the room. She
stands by the open glass door, loading a revolver. The
fellow to it lies in an open pistol-case on the writing-
table.
HEDDA.
[Looks down the garden, and calls:] So you are here again, Judge!
BRACK.
[Is heard calling from a distance.] As you see, Mrs. Tesman!
HEDDA.
[Raises the pistol and points.] Now I'll shoot you, Judge Brack!
BRACK.
[Calling unseen.] No, no, no! Don't stand aiming at me!
HEDDA.
This is what comes of sneaking in by the back way.(7) [She fires.
BRACK.
[Nearer.] Are you out of your senses—!
HEDDA.
Dear me—did I happen to hit you?
BRACK.
[Still outside.] I wish you would let these pranks alone!
HEDDA.
Come in then, Judge.
the glass door. He carries a light overcoat over his arm.
BRACK.
What the deuce—haven't you tired of that sport, yet? What are you shooting at?
HEDDA.
Oh, I am only firing in the air.
BRACK.
[Gently takes the pistol out of her hand.] Allow me, madam! [Looks at it.] Ah—I know this pistol well! [Looks around.] Where is the case? Ah, here it is. [Lays the pistol in it, and shuts it.] Now we won't play at that game any more to-day.
HEDDA.
Then what in heaven's name would you have me do with myself?
BRACK.
Have you had no visitors?
HEDDA.
[Closing the glass door.] Not one. I suppose all our set are still out of town.
BRACK.
And is Tesman not at home either?
HEDDA.
[At the writing-table, putting the pistol-case in a drawer which she shuts.] No. He rushed off to his aunt's directly after lunch; he didn't expect you so early.
BRACK.
H'm—how stupid of me not to have thought of that!
HEDDA.
[Turning her head to look at him.] Why stupid?
BRACK.
Because if I had thought of it I should have come a little—earlier.
HEDDA.
[Crossing the room.] Then you would have found no one to receive you; for I have been in my room changing my dress ever since lunch.
BRACK.
And is there no sort of little chink that we could hold a parley through?
HEDDA.
You have forgotten
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