Collected Works Author:Henrik Ibsen Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: The Peasant. Yes. Brand. Not a later ? The Peasant. Brand. Then come The Peasant. The thing's impossible—turn home ! Brand. [LookingJixed... more »ly at him.] Listen ! Would you give twenty pound If she might have a blest release ? The Peasant. Yes, parson! Brand. Forty ? The Peasant. House and ground I'd very gladly sign away If so she might expire in peace ! Brand. But would you also gIve your life ? The Peasant. What ? life ? My good friend ! Brand. Well ? The Peasant. [Scratching his head.] Nay, nay, I draw the line somewhere or other ! In Jesus' name, remember, pray, At home I've children and a wife. Brand. He whom you mention had a mother. The Peasant. Ay, that was in the times of yore;— Then marvels were of every day; Such things don't happen any more. Brand. Go home. You travel in death's track. You know not God, God knows not you. The Peasant. Hoo, you are stern ! The Son. [Pulling him away.] Come back ! come back The Peasant. Ay, ay; but he must follow too ! Brand. Must I ? The Peasant. Ay, if I let you bide Up here in this accursed weather, And rumour told, what we can't hide, That you and we set out together, Vm haul'd some morning to the dock,— chapter{Section 4And if you're drown'd in flood and fen, I'm sentenced to the bolt and lock Brand. You suffer in God's service, then. The Peasant. Nor his nor yours is my affair; My own is hard enough to bear. Come then! Brand. Farewell! [A hollow roar is heard in the distance The Son. [Shrieking.] An avalanche roar' Brand. [To the Peasant who has seised his collar.] Off] The Peasant. Nay! Brand. This instant! The Son. Stay no more' The Peasant. [Struggling with Brand.] Nay, devi...« less