In 1870s Norway, Nora Helmer struggles to be her own person within her marriage and a society that limits the opportunities of women. When decisions made to protect her husband come back to haunt her, Nora must fight for her family and for her own place in the world.
Since its first theatrical run, in which every performance was sold out, A Doll’s House has inspired admiration, controversy, and discussion. First published by Ibsen in 1879 in Danish, the official language of Danish-ruled Norway, A Doll’s House sold out its first two printings within months. It first premiered at the Royal Theatre in Copenhagen within a month of publication, and the play was performed in Germany in 1880 and London in 1884.
Initial translations changed the play, particularly the ending, to be more sympathetic and acceptable. Ibsen considered these changes to be a “barbaric outrage.” It wouldn’t be until 1889 that the play was performed as written in London and Broadway.
Ibsen’s work pioneered realistic depictions of middle class families and social themes. He claimed that he didn’t have feminist intentions in the writing of A Doll’s House, instead aiming for “the description of humanity,” but the play is widely considered an essential feminist work and has had a real lasting impact: as recently as 2006, it was the most performed play in the world.
that will keep me going for a long time.
Helmer
Indeed it must.
Nora
Yes, yes, it will. But come here and let me show you what I have bought. And all so cheap! Look, here is a new suit for Ivar, and a sword; and a horse and a trumpet for Bob; and a doll and dolly’s bedstead for Emmy—they are very plain, but anyway she will soon break them in pieces. And here are dress-lengths and handkerchiefs for the maids; old Anne ought really to have something better.
Helmer
And what is in this parcel?
Nora
Crying out. No, no! you mustn’t see that until this evening.
Helmer
Very well. But now tell me, you extravagant little person, what would you like for yourself?
Nora
For myself? Oh, I am sure I don’t want anything.
Helmer
Yes, but you must. Tell me something reasonable that you would particularly like to have.
Nora
No, I really can’t think of anything—unless, Torvald—
Helmer
Well?
Nora
Playing with his coat buttons, and without raising her eyes to his. If you really want to give me something, you might—you might—
Helmer
Well, out with it!
Nora
Speaking quickly. You might give me money, Torvald. Only just as much as you can afford; and then one of these days I will buy something with it.
Helmer
But, Nora—
Nora
Oh, do! dear Torvald; please, please do! Then I will wrap it up in beautiful gilt paper and hang it on the Christmas tree. Wouldn’t that be fun?
Helmer
What are little people called that are always wasting money?
Nora
Spendthrifts—I know. Let us do as you suggest, Torvald, and then I shall have time to think what I am most in want of. That is a very sensible plan, isn’t it?
Helmer
Smiling. Indeed it is—that is to say, if you were really to save out of the money I give you, and then really buy something for yourself. But if you spend it all on the housekeeping and any number of unnecessary things, then I merely have to pay up again.
Nora
Oh but, Torvald—
Helmer
You can’t deny it, my dear little Nora. Puts his arm round her waist. It’s a sweet little spendthrift, but she uses up a deal of money. One would hardly believe how expensive such little persons are!
Nora
It’s a shame to say that. I do really save all I can.
Helmer
Laughing. That’s very true—all you can. But you can’t save anything!
Nora
Smiling quietly and happily. You haven’t any idea how many expenses we skylarks and squirrels have, Torvald.
Helmer
You are an odd little soul. Very like your father. You always find some new way of wheedling money out of me, and, as soon as you have got it, it seems to melt in your hands. You never know where it has gone. Still, one must take you as you are. It is in the blood; for indeed it is true that you can inherit these things, Nora.
Nora
Ah, I wish I had inherited many of Papa’s qualities.
Helmer
And I would not wish you to be anything but just what you are, my sweet little skylark. But, do you know, it strikes me that you are looking rather—what shall I say—rather uneasy today?
Nora
Do I?
Helmer
You do, really. Look straight at me.
Nora
Looks at him. Well?
Helmer
Wagging his finger at her. Hasn’t Miss Sweet Tooth been breaking rules in town today?
Nora
No; what makes you think that?
Helmer
Hasn’t she paid a visit to the confectioner’s?
Nora
No, I assure you, Torvald—
Helmer
Not been nibbling sweets?
Nora
No, certainly not.
Helmer
Not even taken a bite at a macaroon or two?
Nora
No, Torvald, I assure you really—
Helmer
There, there, of course I was only joking.
Nora
Going to the table on the right. I should not think of going against your wishes.
Helmer
No, I am sure of that; besides, you gave me your word—Going up to her. Keep your little Christmas secrets to yourself, my darling. They will all be revealed tonight when the Christmas tree is lit, no doubt.
Nora
Did you remember to invite Doctor Rank?
Helmer
No. But there is no need; as a matter of course he will come to dinner with us. However, I will ask him when he comes in this morning. I have ordered some good wine. Nora, you can’t think how I am looking forward to this evening.
Nora
So am I! And how the children will enjoy themselves, Torvald!
Helmer
It is splendid to feel that one has a perfectly safe appointment, and a big enough income. It’s delightful to think of, isn’t it?
Nora
It’s wonderful!
Helmer
Do you remember last Christmas? For a full three weeks beforehand you shut yourself up every evening until long after midnight, making ornaments for the Christmas tree, and all the other fine things that were to be a surprise to us. It was the dullest three weeks I ever spent!
Nora
I didn’t find it dull.
Helmer
Smiling. But there was precious little result, Nora.
Nora
Oh, you shouldn’t tease me about that again. How could I help the cat’s going in and tearing everything to pieces?
Helmer
Of course you couldn’t, poor little girl. You had the best of intentions to please us all, and that’s the main thing. But it is a good thing that our hard times are over.
Nora
Yes, it is really wonderful.
Helmer
This time I needn’t sit here and be dull all alone, and you needn’t ruin your dear eyes and your pretty little hands—
Nora
Clapping her hands. No, Torvald, I needn’t any longer, need I! It’s wonderfully lovely to hear you say so! Taking his arm. Now I will tell you how I have been thinking we ought to arrange things, Torvald. As soon as Christmas is over—A bell rings in the hall. There’s the bell. She tidies the room a little. There’s someone at the door. What a nuisance!
Helmer
If it is a caller, remember I am not at home.
Maid
In the doorway. A lady to see you, ma’am—a stranger.
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