AN ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE. Henrik Ibsen
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Well, come and enjoy yourself too!
Billing. May I mix a glass for you?
Petra [coming to the table]. Thanks, I would rather do it; you always mix it too strong. But I forgot, father — I have a letter for you. [Goes to the chair where she has laid her things.]
Dr Stockmann. A letter? From whom?
Petra [looking in her coat pocket]. The postman gave it to me just as I was going out.
Dr Stockmann [getting up and going to her]. And you only give to me now!
Petra. I really had not time to run up again. There it is!
Dr Stockmann [seizing the letter]. Let’s see, let’s see, child! [Looks at the address.] Yes, that’s all right!
Mrs Stockmann. Is it the one you have been expecting go anxiously, Thomas?
Dr Stockmann. Yes, it is. I must go to my room now and — Where shall I get a light, Katherine? Is there no lamp in my room again?
Mrs Stockmann. Yes, your lamp is already lit on your desk.
Dr Stockmann. Good, good. Excuse me for a moment —, [Goes into his study.]
Petra. What do you suppose it is, mother?
Mrs Stockmann. I don’t know; for the last day or two he has always been asking if the postman has not been,
Billing. Probably some country patient.
Petra. Poor old dad!— he will overwork himself soon. [Mixes a glass for herself.] There, that will taste good!
Hovstad. Have you been teaching in the evening school again today?
Petra [sipping from her glass]. Two hours.
Billing. And four hours of school in the morning?
Petra. Five hours.
Mrs Stockmann. And you have still got exercises to correct, I see.
Petra. A whole heap, yes.
Horster. You are pretty full up with work too, it seems to me.
Petra. Yes — but that is good. One is so delightfully tired after it.
Billing. Do you like that?
Petra. Yes, because one sleeps so well then.
Morten. You must be dreadfully wicked, Petra.
Petra. Wicked?
Morten. Yes, because you work so much. Mr. Rorlund says work is a punishment for our sins.
Ejlif. Pooh, what a duffer, you are, to believe a thing like that!
Mrs Stockmann. Come, come, Ejlif!
Billing [laughing]. That’s capital!
Hovstad. Don’t you want to work as hard as that, Morten?
Morten. No, indeed I don’t.
Hovstad. What do you want to be, then?
Morten. I should like best to be a Viking,
Ejlif. You would have to be a pagan then.
Morten. Well, I could become a pagan, couldn’t I?
Billing. I agree with you, Morten! My sentiments, exactly.
Mrs Stockmann [signalling to him]. I am sure that is not true, Mr. Billing.
Billing. Yes, I swear it is! I am a pagan, and I am proud of it. Believe me, before long we shall all be pagans.
Morten. And then shall be allowed to do anything we like?
Billing. Well, you’ll see, Morten.
Mrs Stockmann. You must go to your room now, boys; I am sure you have some lessons to learn for tomorrow.
Ejlif. I should like so much to stay a little longer —
Mrs Stockmann. No, no; away you go, both of you, [The boys say good night and go into the room on the left.]
Hovstad. Do you really think it can do the boys any harm to hear such things?
Mrs Stockmann. I don’t know; but I don’t like it.
Petra. But you know, mother, I think you really are wrong about it.
Mrs Stockmann. Maybe, but I don’t like it — not in our own home.
Petra. There is so much falsehood both at home and at school. At home one must not speak, and at school we have to stand and tell lies to the children.
Horster. Tell lies?
Petra. Yes, don’t you suppose we have to teach them all sorts of things that we don’t believe?
Billing. That is perfectly true.
Petra. If only I had the means, I would start a school of my own; and it would be conducted on very different lines.
Billing. Oh, bother the means —!
Horster. Well if you are thinking of that, Miss Stockmann, I shall be delighted to provide you with a schoolroom. The great big old house my father left me is standing almost empty; there is an immense dining-room downstairs —
Petra [laughing]. Thank you very much; but I am afraid nothing will come of it.
Hovstad. No, Miss Petra is much more likely to take to journalism, I expect. By the way, have you had time to do anything with that English story you promised to translate for us?
Petra. No, not yet, but you shall have it in good time.
[DR. STOCKMANN comes in from his room with an open letter in his hand.]
Dr Stockmann [waving the letter]. Well, now the town will have something new to talk about, I can tell you!
Billing. Something new?
Mrs Stockmann. What is this?
Dr Stockmann. A great discovery, Katherine.
Hovstad. Really?
Mrs Stockmann. A discovery of yours?
Dr Stockmann. A discovery of mine. [Walks up and down.] Just let them come saying, as usual, that it is all fancy and a crazy man’s imagination! But they will be careful what they say this time, I can tell you!
Petra. But, father, tell us what it is.
Dr Stockmann. Yes, yes — only give me time, and you shall know all about it. If only I had Peter here now! It just shows how we men can go about forming our judgments, when in reality we are as blind as any moles —
Hovstad. What are you driving at, Doctor?
Dr Stockmann [standing still by the table]. Isn’t it the universal opinion that our town is a healthy spot?
Hovstad. Certainly.
Dr Stockmann. Quite an unusually healthy spot, in fact — a place that deserves to be recommended in the warmest possible manner either for invalids or for people who are well —
Mrs Stockmann. Yes, but my dear Thomas —
Dr Stockmann. And we have been recommending it and praising it — I have written and written, both in the “Messenger” and in pamphlets . . .
Hovstad. Well, what then?
Dr Stockmann. And the Baths — we have called them the “main artery of the town’s life-blood,” the “nerve-centre of our town,” and the devil knows what else —
Billing. “The town’s pulsating heart” was the expression I once used on an important occasion.
Dr Stockmann. Quite so. Well, do you know what they really are, these great, splendid, much praised Baths, that have cost so much money — do you know what they are?
Hovstad. No, what are they?
Mrs Stockmann. Yes, what are they?
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