Mat 23, 1891.] PUNCH, OK, THE LONDON CHARIVARI 241
MP. PUNCH'S POCKET IBSEN.
(Condensed and Revised Version, by Mr. P.'s Own Harmless Ibsenite.
No/IT—THE WILD DUCK.
Acx I.
At Weble's house. In front a richly-upholstered study, (b.) a
green-baize door leading to Weble's office. At back, open fold-
ing doors, revealing an elegant dining-room, in which a brilliant
with the Norwegian, aristocracy. I have a son who loathes me, and
who is either an Ibsenian satire on the Master's own ideals, or else an
ntterly impossible prig—I don't know or care which. Altogether, I
flatter myself my household affords an accurate and realistic picture
of Scandinavian Society!
Act II.
Hialmab Eedal's Photographic Studio. Cameras, neck-rests, and
other instruments of torture lying about. Gina Eedal and
Hedwig, her daughter, aged 14, and wearing spectacles,
Norwegian dinner-party is going on. Hired Waiters in profu-\ discovered sitting up for Hialhab.
lA??\rA $tSS is ^Prd Tth ?■ knife'i Sh0UiS f" BraV-° ■' " 1 Hedvig. Grandpapa is in his room with a bottle of brandy and a
Old Mr. Weele is heard making a long speech proposing- • of hot wat doi gome fregh copying work. Fath£r is in
according to the custom of Norwegian society on such occasions- ; gociet dmi Qut> He promised he would bring me home sometMng
the health of his Housekeeper. Mrs. Sobby. Presently several j nice !
Hialmar {coming in, in evening dress). And he has not forgotten his
promise, my child. Behold I [he presents her with the menu card ;
Hedvig gulps down her tears; Hialmab notices her disappointment,
with annoyance.) And this all the gratitude I get! After dining
short-sighted, flabby, and thin-haired Chamberlains, enter from
the dining-room, with HlALMAB Eedal, who writhes shyly
under their remarks.
A Chamberlain. As we are the sole surviving specimens of Nor-
wegian nobility, suppose we sustain our reputation as aristocratic j out and coming ^home in a dress-coat and boots, which are dis-
sparklers by enlarging upon the enormous amount we have eaten, gracefully tight! Well, well, jnst to show you how hurt I am, I
and chaffing Hialmab Eedal, the friend of our won't have any beer now ! What a selfish brute
host's son, for being a professional Photo- ^^~'3<*fe. Iam! (Relenting.) You may bring me just a
grapher ? mMBffSt\ j f-y^- little drop. (He bursts into tears.) I will play
The other Chamberlains. Bravo! We will. jPP|f?j£i*'you a plaintive Bohemian dance on my flute.
[They do; delight of Hialmab. Old fat 'HmGb (He does.) No beer at such a sacred moment
"Werle comes in, leaning on his House- jj^^^m^M^ -^nf^.- W as this ! ; (He drinks.) Ha, this is real domestic
keeper's arm, followed by his son, ikj^ _ 3"' bliss!
Gregebs We hie. MmmaaM f JaW^lt^ [Geegp.es Weele comes in, in a countrified
Old Werle (dejectedly). Thirteen at table! WF^ri' su*t'
(To Gbegees, with a meaning glance at Hiai- jtSP-BbPtIWrjm^K^^h Gregers. I have left my father's home—
mab.) This is the result of inviting an old s^^^^m^'M sm^'^m " Mr? dinner-party and all—for ever. I am coming
College friend who has turned Photographer! W^Wf^/7^ ISPx'' H 1 JPi to lodge with you.
Wasting vintage wines on him, indeed! M^ail^^^I ''^•w^'^rII Hialmar (still melancholy-. Have some bread
[He passes on gloomily. ^M^''^^^'^lL^^\mwSB^ 'N and butter. You won't ? then I will. I want
Hialmar (to Gregers). I am almost sorry I ^^fj^^^^/Mm '■illKN **' after your father's lavish hospitality,
came. Your old min is not friendly. Yet he JgaftK i %: '' ^WS^S^\ IJIiPi^'" vV:- (Hedvig goes to fetch bread and butter.) My
set me up as a Photographer fifteen years ago, mfm^''^^«|Pyf^^Wp daughter—a poor shortsighted little thing—but
Now he takes me down ! But for Mm, I should BEMdHi'M-' WaB^^^KmL mine own.
never have married Gixa, who, you may mS^'MB^K WMPI^IM^m Gregers. My father has had to take to strong
remember, was a servant in your family once, SamMMMM ^f^^mt^Wji glasses, too—he can hardly see after dinner.
Gregers. What? my old College friend mar- WwW//mM\ ' «B»vWS«SP^^ (To Ola Ekdal, who stumbles in very drunk.)
ried fifteen years ago—and to our Gina, of all 9njffijw//J^' iW^W^m^Sm How can you, Lieutenant Ekdal, who were
people! If I had not been up at the works all m^MI'/Jsm^. I w^AlVA^I') $1 such a keen sportsman once, live in this poky
these years, I suppose I should have heard MB^/W-^W^i little hole?
something of such an event. But my father JK/£MWmW ''WWWMl Old Ekdal. I am a sportsman still. The
never mentioned it. Odd ! MffiM&k/ ^mMV, w®| only difference is that once I shot bears in a
[He ponders ; Old Ekdal comes out through JiPPw Wimff^l @fW forest, and now I pot tame rabbits in a garret.
the green-baize door, bowing, and beg- Wm jiMf m^jlpl I^I^fPi Quite as amusing—and safer.
ging pardon, carrying copying work, mflfikff M$£//l] Hw^V^wr^ [He goes to sleep on a sofa.
Old Weele says " Ugh" and" Pah" mME mmll s^WSbte^ Hialmar (with pride). It is quite true. You
involuntarily. Hialmab shrinks back, MliJjlp} Wml'll K^^^^^S5 shall see.
and looks another way. A Chamberlain ^Mldjlk [He pushes back sliding doors, and reveals
asks him pleasantly if he knows that jjMjmfjp -■' a garret full of rabbits and poultry—
old man. wUlkk ~'^'\f. moonlight effect. Hedvig returns with
Hialmar. I—oh no. Nst in the least. No S|ftv bread and butter.
relation! ^&$k^? Hedvig (to Gbegees) . If you stand just there,
Gregers (shocked). What, Hialmae, you, ., , . you get the best view of our Wild Duck. We
with your great soul, deny your own father ! Father> YloathT ou m P " *re very proud of her, because she gives the
Hialmar (vehemently). Of course— what else 1 loame you 1 play its title, you know, and has to be brought
can a Photographer do with a disreputable old parent, who has been I into the dialogue a good deal. Your father peppered her out
in a Penitentiary for making a fraudulent map ? I shall leave this ; shooting, and we saved her life.
splendid banquet. The Chamberlains are not kind to me, and I feel Hialmar. Yes, Gbegees, our estate is not large — but still we
the crushing hand of fate on my head ! [Goes out hastily, feeling it. : preserve, you see. And my poor old father and I sometimes get a
Mrs. Sorby (archly). Any Nobleman here say " Cold Punch " p day's gunning in the garret. He shoots with a pistol, which my
[Every Nobleman says " Cold Punch" and follows her out in \ illiterate wife here will call a " pigstol." He onoe, when he got into
search of it with enthusiasm. Gbegees approaches his 1 trouble, pointed it at himself. But the descendant of two lieutenant-
father, who wishes he would go. ; colonels who had never quailed before living rabbit yet, faltered
Gregers. Father, a word with you in private. I loathe you. I j then. He didnH shoot. Then I put it to my own head. But at the
am nothing, if not candid. Old Eedal was your partner once, and i decisive moment, I won the victory over myself. I remained in life,
it's my firm belief you deserved a prison quite as much as he did. | Now we only shoot rabbits and fowls with it. After all I am very
However, you surely need not have married our Gusa to my old i happy and contented as I am. [He eats some bread and butter
friend Hialmab. _ You know very well she was no better than she
should have been"
Gregers. But you ought not to be. You have a good deal of the
Wild Duck about you. So have your wife and daughter. You are
Old Werle. True—but then no more is Mrs. Sorby. And I am living in marsh vapours. To-morrow I will take you out for a walk
going to marry her—if you have no objection, that is. j and explain what I mean. It is my mission in life. Good night!
Gregers. None in the world ! How can I object to a stepmother i [He goes out.
who is playing Blind Man's Buff at the present moment with the! Gina and Hedwig. What teas the gentleman talking about, Father ?
Norwegian nobility? I am not so overstrained as all that. But' Hialmar (eating bread and butter). He has been dining, you know,
really I cannot allow my old friend Hialmab, with his great, eonfid- \ No matter—what we have to do now, is to put my disreputable old
ing, childlike mind, to remain in contented ignorance of Gina's past
No, I see my mission in life at last! I shall take my hat, and inform
him that his home is built upon a lie. He will be so much obliged
to me ! [Takes his hat, and goes out.
Old Werle. Ha !—I am a wealthy merohant, of dubious morals,
and I am about to marry my housekeeper, who is on intimate terms
whitehaired pariah of a parent to bed.
[He and Gina life old, Eccles—we mean old Eedal—up by the
legs and arms, and take him off to bed as the Curtain falls.
Cocekey Motto fob a Feeble Cbiceetee.—" Take 'Art of Gbace ! "
vol. c.
MP. PUNCH'S POCKET IBSEN.
(Condensed and Revised Version, by Mr. P.'s Own Harmless Ibsenite.
No/IT—THE WILD DUCK.
Acx I.
At Weble's house. In front a richly-upholstered study, (b.) a
green-baize door leading to Weble's office. At back, open fold-
ing doors, revealing an elegant dining-room, in which a brilliant
with the Norwegian, aristocracy. I have a son who loathes me, and
who is either an Ibsenian satire on the Master's own ideals, or else an
ntterly impossible prig—I don't know or care which. Altogether, I
flatter myself my household affords an accurate and realistic picture
of Scandinavian Society!
Act II.
Hialmab Eedal's Photographic Studio. Cameras, neck-rests, and
other instruments of torture lying about. Gina Eedal and
Hedwig, her daughter, aged 14, and wearing spectacles,
Norwegian dinner-party is going on. Hired Waiters in profu-\ discovered sitting up for Hialhab.
lA??\rA $tSS is ^Prd Tth ?■ knife'i Sh0UiS f" BraV-° ■' " 1 Hedvig. Grandpapa is in his room with a bottle of brandy and a
Old Mr. Weele is heard making a long speech proposing- • of hot wat doi gome fregh copying work. Fath£r is in
according to the custom of Norwegian society on such occasions- ; gociet dmi Qut> He promised he would bring me home sometMng
the health of his Housekeeper. Mrs. Sobby. Presently several j nice !
Hialmar {coming in, in evening dress). And he has not forgotten his
promise, my child. Behold I [he presents her with the menu card ;
Hedvig gulps down her tears; Hialmab notices her disappointment,
with annoyance.) And this all the gratitude I get! After dining
short-sighted, flabby, and thin-haired Chamberlains, enter from
the dining-room, with HlALMAB Eedal, who writhes shyly
under their remarks.
A Chamberlain. As we are the sole surviving specimens of Nor-
wegian nobility, suppose we sustain our reputation as aristocratic j out and coming ^home in a dress-coat and boots, which are dis-
sparklers by enlarging upon the enormous amount we have eaten, gracefully tight! Well, well, jnst to show you how hurt I am, I
and chaffing Hialmab Eedal, the friend of our won't have any beer now ! What a selfish brute
host's son, for being a professional Photo- ^^~'3<*fe. Iam! (Relenting.) You may bring me just a
grapher ? mMBffSt\ j f-y^- little drop. (He bursts into tears.) I will play
The other Chamberlains. Bravo! We will. jPP|f?j£i*'you a plaintive Bohemian dance on my flute.
[They do; delight of Hialmab. Old fat 'HmGb (He does.) No beer at such a sacred moment
"Werle comes in, leaning on his House- jj^^^m^M^ -^nf^.- W as this ! ; (He drinks.) Ha, this is real domestic
keeper's arm, followed by his son, ikj^ _ 3"' bliss!
Gregebs We hie. MmmaaM f JaW^lt^ [Geegp.es Weele comes in, in a countrified
Old Werle (dejectedly). Thirteen at table! WF^ri' su*t'
(To Gbegees, with a meaning glance at Hiai- jtSP-BbPtIWrjm^K^^h Gregers. I have left my father's home—
mab.) This is the result of inviting an old s^^^^m^'M sm^'^m " Mr? dinner-party and all—for ever. I am coming
College friend who has turned Photographer! W^Wf^/7^ ISPx'' H 1 JPi to lodge with you.
Wasting vintage wines on him, indeed! M^ail^^^I ''^•w^'^rII Hialmar (still melancholy-. Have some bread
[He passes on gloomily. ^M^''^^^'^lL^^\mwSB^ 'N and butter. You won't ? then I will. I want
Hialmar (to Gregers). I am almost sorry I ^^fj^^^^/Mm '■illKN **' after your father's lavish hospitality,
came. Your old min is not friendly. Yet he JgaftK i %: '' ^WS^S^\ IJIiPi^'" vV:- (Hedvig goes to fetch bread and butter.) My
set me up as a Photographer fifteen years ago, mfm^''^^«|Pyf^^Wp daughter—a poor shortsighted little thing—but
Now he takes me down ! But for Mm, I should BEMdHi'M-' WaB^^^KmL mine own.
never have married Gixa, who, you may mS^'MB^K WMPI^IM^m Gregers. My father has had to take to strong
remember, was a servant in your family once, SamMMMM ^f^^mt^Wji glasses, too—he can hardly see after dinner.
Gregers. What? my old College friend mar- WwW//mM\ ' «B»vWS«SP^^ (To Ola Ekdal, who stumbles in very drunk.)
ried fifteen years ago—and to our Gina, of all 9njffijw//J^' iW^W^m^Sm How can you, Lieutenant Ekdal, who were
people! If I had not been up at the works all m^MI'/Jsm^. I w^AlVA^I') $1 such a keen sportsman once, live in this poky
these years, I suppose I should have heard MB^/W-^W^i little hole?
something of such an event. But my father JK/£MWmW ''WWWMl Old Ekdal. I am a sportsman still. The
never mentioned it. Odd ! MffiM&k/ ^mMV, w®| only difference is that once I shot bears in a
[He ponders ; Old Ekdal comes out through JiPPw Wimff^l @fW forest, and now I pot tame rabbits in a garret.
the green-baize door, bowing, and beg- Wm jiMf m^jlpl I^I^fPi Quite as amusing—and safer.
ging pardon, carrying copying work, mflfikff M$£//l] Hw^V^wr^ [He goes to sleep on a sofa.
Old Weele says " Ugh" and" Pah" mME mmll s^WSbte^ Hialmar (with pride). It is quite true. You
involuntarily. Hialmab shrinks back, MliJjlp} Wml'll K^^^^^S5 shall see.
and looks another way. A Chamberlain ^Mldjlk [He pushes back sliding doors, and reveals
asks him pleasantly if he knows that jjMjmfjp -■' a garret full of rabbits and poultry—
old man. wUlkk ~'^'\f. moonlight effect. Hedvig returns with
Hialmar. I—oh no. Nst in the least. No S|ftv bread and butter.
relation! ^&$k^? Hedvig (to Gbegees) . If you stand just there,
Gregers (shocked). What, Hialmae, you, ., , . you get the best view of our Wild Duck. We
with your great soul, deny your own father ! Father> YloathT ou m P " *re very proud of her, because she gives the
Hialmar (vehemently). Of course— what else 1 loame you 1 play its title, you know, and has to be brought
can a Photographer do with a disreputable old parent, who has been I into the dialogue a good deal. Your father peppered her out
in a Penitentiary for making a fraudulent map ? I shall leave this ; shooting, and we saved her life.
splendid banquet. The Chamberlains are not kind to me, and I feel Hialmar. Yes, Gbegees, our estate is not large — but still we
the crushing hand of fate on my head ! [Goes out hastily, feeling it. : preserve, you see. And my poor old father and I sometimes get a
Mrs. Sorby (archly). Any Nobleman here say " Cold Punch " p day's gunning in the garret. He shoots with a pistol, which my
[Every Nobleman says " Cold Punch" and follows her out in \ illiterate wife here will call a " pigstol." He onoe, when he got into
search of it with enthusiasm. Gbegees approaches his 1 trouble, pointed it at himself. But the descendant of two lieutenant-
father, who wishes he would go. ; colonels who had never quailed before living rabbit yet, faltered
Gregers. Father, a word with you in private. I loathe you. I j then. He didnH shoot. Then I put it to my own head. But at the
am nothing, if not candid. Old Eedal was your partner once, and i decisive moment, I won the victory over myself. I remained in life,
it's my firm belief you deserved a prison quite as much as he did. | Now we only shoot rabbits and fowls with it. After all I am very
However, you surely need not have married our Gusa to my old i happy and contented as I am. [He eats some bread and butter
friend Hialmab. _ You know very well she was no better than she
should have been"
Gregers. But you ought not to be. You have a good deal of the
Wild Duck about you. So have your wife and daughter. You are
Old Werle. True—but then no more is Mrs. Sorby. And I am living in marsh vapours. To-morrow I will take you out for a walk
going to marry her—if you have no objection, that is. j and explain what I mean. It is my mission in life. Good night!
Gregers. None in the world ! How can I object to a stepmother i [He goes out.
who is playing Blind Man's Buff at the present moment with the! Gina and Hedwig. What teas the gentleman talking about, Father ?
Norwegian nobility? I am not so overstrained as all that. But' Hialmar (eating bread and butter). He has been dining, you know,
really I cannot allow my old friend Hialmab, with his great, eonfid- \ No matter—what we have to do now, is to put my disreputable old
ing, childlike mind, to remain in contented ignorance of Gina's past
No, I see my mission in life at last! I shall take my hat, and inform
him that his home is built upon a lie. He will be so much obliged
to me ! [Takes his hat, and goes out.
Old Werle. Ha !—I am a wealthy merohant, of dubious morals,
and I am about to marry my housekeeper, who is on intimate terms
whitehaired pariah of a parent to bed.
[He and Gina life old, Eccles—we mean old Eedal—up by the
legs and arms, and take him off to bed as the Curtain falls.
Cocekey Motto fob a Feeble Cbiceetee.—" Take 'Art of Gbace ! "
vol. c.
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