The Lady from the Sea
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Ellida Wangel grew up loving the sea, but she eventually moved away and married a doctor instead of the sailor who originally stole her heart. This has put a strain on her relationship with her husband and his two daughters, from his previous marriage.


Ellida Wangel is the second wife of widower, Dr. Edvard Wangel. She is the stepmother to his daughters, Bolette and Hilde, who prefer to keep their distance. The family dynamic is often cold as the marriage is more about convenience than love. Ellida spent her formative years near the sea and has always yearned to return to it. But her life and responsibilities have kept her away. When a former lover reappears, he attempts to convince Ellida to leave her husband and travel abroad. She is forced to choose between the family she knows and the future she desires.


The Lady from the Sea examines the trappings of what appears to be a happy marriage. Despite a stable husband and two children, the wife is unfulfilled. She must look inside herself to discover what truly matters in her heart.


With an eye-catching new cover, and professionally typeset manuscript, this edition of The Lady from the Sea is both modern and readable.


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Date de parution 16 février 2021
Nombre de lectures 0
EAN13 9781513284477
Langue English
Poids de l'ouvrage 1 Mo

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Extrait

The Lady from the Sea
Henrik Ibsen
 
The Lady from the Sea was first published in 1888.
This edition published by Mint Editions 2021.
ISBN 9781513279459 | E-ISBN 9781513284477
Published by Mint Editions®
minteditionbooks.com
Publishing Director: Jennifer Newens
Design & Production: Rachel Lopez Metzger
Translation by: Eleanor Marx-Aveling
Project Manager: Micaela Clark
Typesetting: Westchester Publishing Services
 
C ONTENTS D RAMATIS P ERSONAE Act I Act II Act III Act IV Act V
 
D RAMATIS P ERSONAE
D OCTOR W ANGEL .
E LLIDA W ANGEL , his second wife.
B OLETTE ,
H ILDE ( not yet grown up ) , his daughters by his first wife.
A RNHOLM ( second master at a college )
L YNGSTRAND .
B ALLESTED .
A S TRANGER .
Y OUNG P EOPLE OF THE T OWN .
T OURISTS .
V ISITORS .
( The action takes place in small fjord town, Northern Norway )
 
Act I
( S CENE .— D OCTOR W ANGEL’S house, with a large verandah garden in front of and around the house. Under the verandah a flagstaff. In the garden an arbour, with table and chairs. Hedge, with small gate at the back. Beyond, a road along the seashore. An avenue of trees along the road. Between the trees are seen the fjord, high mountain ranges and peaks. A warm and brilliantly clear summer morning.
B ALLESTED , middle-aged, wearing an old velvet jacket, and a broad-brimmed artist’s hat, stands under the flagstaff, arranging the ropes. The flag is lying on the ground. A little way from him is an easel, with an outspread canvas. By the easel on a camp-stool, brushes, a palette, and box of colours.
B OLETTE W ANGEL comes from the room opening on the verandah. She carries a large vase with flowers, which she puts down on the table )
B OLETTE : Well, Ballested, does it work smoothly?
B ALLESTED : Certainly, Miss Bolette, that’s easy enough. May I ask—do you expect any visitors today?
B OLETTE : Yes, we’re expecting Mr. Arnholm this morning. He got to town in the night.
B ALLESTED : Arnholm? Wait a minute—wasn’t Arnholm the man who was tutor here several years ago?
B OLETTE : Yes, it is he.
B ALLESTED : Oh, really! Is he coming into these parts again?
B OLETTE : That’s why we want to have the flag up.
B ALLESTED : Well, that’s reasonable enough.
( B OLETTE goes into the room again. A little after L YNGSTRAND enters from the road and stands still, interested by the easel and painting gear. He is a slender youth, poorly but carefully dressed, and looks delicate )
L YNGSTRAND ( on the other side of the hedge ) : Good-morning.
B ALLESTED ( turning round ) : Hallo! Good-morning. ( Hoists up flag ) That’s it! Up goes the balloon. ( Fastens the ropes, and then busies himself about the easel ) Good-morning, my dear sir. I really don’t think I’ve the pleasure of—Lyngstrand. I’m sure you’re a painter.
B ALLESTED : Of course I am. Why shouldn’t I be?
L YNGSTRAND : Yes, I can see you are. May I take the liberty of coming in a moment?
B ALLESTED : Would you like to come in and see?
L YNGSTRAND : I should like to immensely.
B ALLESTED : Oh! there’s nothing much to see yet. But come in. Come a little closer.
L YNGSTRAND : Many thanks. ( Comes in through the garden gate )
B ALLESTED ( painting ) : It’s the fjord there between the islands I’m working at.
L YNGSTRAND : So I see.
B ALLESTED : But the figure is still wanting. There’s not a model to be got in this town.
L YNGSTRAND : Is there to be a figure, too?
B ALLESTED : Yes. Here by the rocks in the foreground a mermaid is to lie, half-dead.
L YNGSTRAND : Why is she to be half-dead?
B ALLESTED : She has wandered hither from the sea, and can’t find her way out again. And so, you see, she lies there dying in the brackish water.
L YNGSTRAND : Ah, I see.
B ALLESTED : The mistress of this house put it into my head to do something of the kind.
L YNGSTRAND : What shall you call the picture when it’s finished?
B ALLESTED : I think of calling it “The Mermaid’s End.”
L YNGSTRAND : That’s capital! You’re sure to make something fine of it.
B ALLESTED ( looking at him ) : In the profession too, perhaps?
L YNGSTRAND : Do you mean a painter?
B ALLESTED : Yes.
L YNGSTRAND : No, I’m not that; but I’m going to be a sculptor. My name is Hans Lyngstrand.
B ALLESTED : So you’re to be a sculptor? Yes, yes; the art of sculpture is a nice, pretty art in its way. I fancy I’ve seen you in the street once or twice. Have you been staying here long?
L YNGSTRAND : No; I’ve only been here a fortnight. But I shall try to stop till the end of the summer.
B ALLESTED : For the bathing?
L YNGSTRAND : Yes; I wanted to see if I could get a little stronger.
B ALLESTED : Not delicate, surely?
L YNGSTRAND : Yes, perhaps I am a little delicate; but it’s nothing dangerous. Just a little tightness on the chest.
B ALLESTED : Tush!—a bagatelle! You should consult a good doctor.
L YNGSTRAND : Yes, I thought of speaking to Doctor Wangel one of these times.
B ALLESTED : You should. ( Looks out to the left ) There’s another steamer, crowded with passengers. It’s really marvellous how travelling has increased here of late years.
L YNGSTRAND : Yes, there’s a good deal of traffic here, I think.
B ALLESTED : And lots of summer visitors come here too. I often hear our good town will lose its individuality with all these foreign goings on.
L YNGSTRAND : Were you born in the town?
B ALLESTED : No; but I have accla—acclimatised myself. I feel united to the place by the bonds of time and habit.
L YNGSTRAND : Then you’ve lived here a long time?
B ALLESTED : Well—about seventeen or eighteen years. I came here with Skive’s Dramatic Company. But then we got into difficulties, and so the company broke up and dispersed in all directions.
L YNGSTRAND : But you yourself remained here?
B ALLESTED : I remained, and I’ve done very well. I was then working chiefly as decorative artist, don’t you know.
( B OLETTE comes out with a rocking-chair, which she places on the verandah )
B OLETTE ( speaking into the room ) : Hilde, see if you can find the embroidered footstool for father.
L YNGSTRAND ( going up to the verandah, bows ) : Good-morning, Miss Wangel.
B OLETTE ( by the balustrade ) : What! Is it you, Mr. Lyngstrand? Good-morning. Excuse me one moment, I’m only— ( Goes into room )
B ALLESTED : Do you know the family?
L YNGSTRAND : Not well. I’ve only met the young ladies now and again in company; and I had a chat with Mrs. Wangel the last time we had music up at the “View.” She said I might come and see them.
B ALLESTED : Now, do you know, you ought to cultivate their acquaintance.
L YNGSTRAND : Yes; I’d been thinking of paying a visit. Just a sort of call. If only I could find some excuse—
B ALLESTED : Excuse! Nonsense! ( Looking out to the left ) Damn it! ( Gathering his things ) The steamer’s by the pier already. I must get off to the hotel. Perhaps some of the new arrivals may want me. For I’m a hairdresser, too, don’t you know.
L YNGSTRAND : You are certainly very many-sided, sir.
B ALLESTED : In small towns one has to try to acclam—acclimatise Oneself in various branches. If you should require anything in the hair line—a little pomatum or such like—you’ve only to ask for Dancing-master Ballested.
L YNGSTRAND : Dancing master!
B ALLESTED : President of the “Wind Band Society,” by your leave. We’ve a concert on this evening up at the “View.” Goodbye, goodbye!
( He goes out with his painting gear through the garden gate.
H ILDE comes out with the footstool. B OLETTE brings more flowers. L YNGSTRAND bows to H ILDE from the garden below )
H ILDE ( by the balustrade, not returning his bow ) : Bolette said you had ventured in today.
L YNGSTRAND : Yes; I took the liberty of coming in for a moment.
H ILDE : Have you been out for a morning walk?
L YNGSTRAND : Oh, no! nothing came of the walk this morning.
H ILDE : Have you been bathing, then?
L YNGSTRAND : Yes; I’ve been in the water a little while. I saw your mother down there. She was going into her bathing-machine.
H ILDE : Who was?
L YNGSTRAND : Your mother.
H ILDE : Oh! I see. ( She puts the stool in front of the rocking-chair )
B OLETTE ( interrupting ) : Didn’t you see anything of father’s boat out on the fjord?
L YNGSTRAND : Yes; I thought I saw a sailing-boat that was steering inland.
B OLETTE : I’m sure that was father. He’s been to visit patients on the islands. ( She is arranging things on the table )
L YNGSTRAND ( taking a step up the stairs to the verandah ) : Why, how everything’s decorated here with flowers!
B OLETTE : Yes; doesn’t it look nice?
L YNGSTRAND : It looks lovely! It looks as if it were some festival day in the house.
H ILDE : That’s exactly what it is.
L YNGSTRAND : I might have guessed it! I’m sure it’s your father’s birthday.
B OLETTE ( warningly to H ILDE ) : Hm—hm!
H ILDE ( taking no notice of her ) : No, mother’s.
L YNGSTRAND : Oh! Your mother’s!
B OLETTE ( in low voice, angrily ) : Really, Hilde!
H ILDE ( the same ) : Let me be! ( To L YNGSTRAND ) I suppose you’re going home to breakfast now?
L YNGSTRAND ( going down steps ) : Yes, I suppose I must go and get something to eat.
H ILDE : I’m sure you find the living very good at the hotel!
L YNGSTRAND : I’m not staying at the hotel now. It was too expensive for me.
H ILDE : Where are you staying, then?
L YNGSTRAND : I’m staying up at Mrs. Jensen’s.
H ILDE : What Mrs. Jensen’s?
L YNGSTRAND : The midwife.
H ILDE : Excuse me, Mr. Lyngstrand, but I really have other matters to attend to Lyngstrand. Oh! I’m sure I ought not to have said that.
H ILDE : Said what?
L YNGSTRAND : What I said.
H ILDE ( looking contemptuously at him ) : I don’t understand you in the least.
L YNGSTRAND : No, no. But I must say goodbye for the present.
B OLETTE ( comes forward to the steps ) : Good-bye, good-bye, Mr. Lyngstrand. You must excuse us now. But another day—when you’ve plenty of time—and inclination—you really must come in and see father and the rest of us.
L YNGSTRAN

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