Ghosts
Ghosts
作者：Ibsen, Henrik, 1828-1906; Archer, William, 1856-1924 [Translator]
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共 94 题- Produced by Nicole Apostola
- GHOSTS
- By Henrik Ibsen
- Translated, with an Introduction, by William Archer
- INTRODUCTION.
- GHOSTS
- A FAMILY-DRAMA IN THREE ACTS.
- CHARACTERS.
- ACT FIRST.
- ENGSTRAND. I was out on the loose last night--
- ENGSTRAND. Yes, we're weak vessels, we poor mortals, my girl--
- ENGSTRAND. Pooh! Why should you bother about that--
- ENGSTRAND. Yes, but this time you shall see, Regina! Devil take me--
- ENGSTRAND. You'd soon get hold of some mate--or maybe even a captain--
- REGINA. I? Oh, of course, when I have time, I--
- MANDERS. Why, my dear Regina--
- REGINA.--one I could love and respect, and be a daughter to--
- MANDERS. Yes, but my dear, good child--
- REGINA. But, dear, dear Sir, do remember me if--
- REGINA. For if I--
- REGINA. I will, at once, sir. [She goes out to the left.]
- MRS. ALVING. Certainly. [She sits by the table.]
- MRS. ALVING. Yes; but your own judgment--
- MRS. ALVING. Yes, but that's no reason--
- MRS. ALVING. Well--the general feeling--
- MRS. ALVING. Well, in that case--
- MANDERS. I have often thought of asking you about it--
- MRS. ALVING. Oh, yes; so long as he's sober--
- MANDERS. But, after all, remember he is her father--
- MANDERS. [Protesting.] My dear young friend--
- OSWALD. I found my father's pipe in my room--
- MANDERS. In his youth he overflowed with the joy of life--
- MANDERS. [Starts; clasps his hands.] But, good heavens--
- MANDERS. Yes, no doubt--
- MANDERS. To be sure; you will plead excuses for your conduct--
- MANDERS. My dear--Mrs. Alving, you know that is an absurd exaggeration--
- MANDERS. I don't understand--
- MANDERS. H'm--
- REGINA. _Bien_. Very well, sir. [She goes into the dining-room.]
- ACT SECOND.
- MRS. ALVING. But where to? It would not be right to--
- MANDERS. I!
- MANDERS. Aha! H'm--
- ENGSTRAND. Yes, I'd like so terrible much to--
- ENGSTRAND. Oh, if your Reverence doesn't think it proper--
- MANDERS. Oh yes, I do; but--h'm--
- MANDERS. [Reassuringly.] Please allow me--
- ENGSTRAND. And she swore and took her Bible oath--
- MANDERS. I!
- MANDERS. Why, of course he is; but--
- MRS. ALVING. [At the window.] H'm--
- MANDERS. [Inquiringly to MRS. ALVING.] But--
- MANDERS. Well, well, my good fellow--
- ENGSTRAND. Oh, Lord! your Reverence--
- ENGSTRAND. And if I might humbly beg your Reverence's pardon--
- MANDERS. You? On the contrary, it is I who ought to beg your pardon--
- MANDERS. I?
- OSWALD. H'm. [The glass and decanter clink again.]
- MRS. ALVING. Yes, yes--
- OSWALD. I very nearly struck him in the face--
- MRS. ALVING. [Walks away across the room.] The sins of the fathers--
- MRS. ALVING. Yes, but my dear Oswald--
- REGINA. Yes, ma'am. It's ready lighted. [Goes out.]
- REGINA. Very well, ma'am. [Goes out.]
- MRS. ALVING. My dear Oswald--
- MRS. ALVING. My dear Oswald, you don't know her as I do--
- MRS. ALVING. Regina has many serious faults--
- OSWALD. Oh, what does that matter? [He drinks again.]
- MRS. ALVING. My unhappy boy! But, Oswald, while you are so ill as this--
- MRS. ALVING. [Goes over to the right and pulls the bell.]
- OSWALD. Hush! The Pastor--
- ACT THIRD.
- MANDERS. Oh, he has driven me distracted--
- ENGSTRAND. [Enters through the hall.] Your Reverence--
- MANDERS. But I assure you, Engstrand--
- MANDERS. Oh, I should so gladly--
- MANDERS. Mrs. Alving--
- OSWALD. [Impatiently.] Oh, do shut all the doors! This killing dread--
- MRS. ALVING. There now! I am going to sit beside you--
- REGINA. I don't understand--
- OSWALD. [Softly.] Ah--! [He rises and walks away to the window.]
- MRS. ALVING. Of course you can do as you like; but--
- MRS. ALVING. Regina, I have not been frank with you--
- REGINA. "Chamberlain Alving's Home."
- REGINA. Oh, stuff! Good-bye. [She nods and goes out through the hall.]
- OSWALD. Of course I can pity him, as I would anybody else; but--
- OSWALD. You I know, at any rate--
- OSWALD. Even if I can't work--
- OSWALD. Now, quiet, quiet. That is how it stands with me--
- MRS. ALVING. He was heartless enough to--
- OSWALD. I've scraped together twelve pilules--
- OSWALD. Not yet, mother. [He hides the box again in his pocket.]
- MRS. ALVING. Help! Help! [She runs out into the hall.]
- THE END