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       F. Anstey

      Mr Punch's Pocket Ibsen - A Collection of Some of the Master's Best Known Dramas

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066237721

       ROSMERSHÖLM

       ACT FIRST

       ACT SECOND

       "Taking off his gloves meaningly."

       ACT THREE

       ACT FOUR

       "Oh, my goodness, Rebecca—you mustn't , you know!"

       NORA; OR, THE BIRD-CAGE

       (ET DIKKISVÖET)

       ACT FIRST

       "Boo!"

       ACT SECOND

       "A poor fellow with both feet in the grave is not the best authority on the fit of silk stockings."

       ACT THIRD

       "Oh, you prillil squillikins!"

       HEDDA GABLER

       ACT FIRST

       "I am a gay Norwegian dog."

       ACT SECOND

       "I am a Norwegian literary man, and peculiar."

       ACT THIRD

       "What! the accounts of all those everlasting bores settled?"

       THE WILD DUCK

       ACT FIRST

       "Father, a word with you in private: I loathe you."

       ACT SECOND

       ACT THREE

       ACT FOURTH

       "Put that nasty pigstol down!"

       PILL-DOCTOR HERDAL

       ACT FIRST

       "For goodness' sake, let go my legs!"

       ACT SECOND

       "Beautiful rainbow-coloured powders that will give one a real grip on the world!"

       ACT THIRD

       "My, my Pill-doctor!"

       ADVERTISEMENTS

       WOMAN—THROUGH A MAN'S EYEGLASS

       THE OLD MAIDS' CLUB

       By F. H. TOWNSEND

       FROM WISDOM COURT

       THE GENTLE ART OF MAKING ENEMIES

       Mr. WILLIAM HEINEMANN'S

       REMBRANDT

       Table of Contents

       Table of Contents

      Sitting-room at Rosmershölm, with a stove, flower-stand, windows, ancient and modern ancestors, doors, and everything handsome about it. Rebecca West is sitting knitting a large antimacassar which is nearly finished. Now and then she looks out of a window, and smiles and nods expectantly to someone outside. Madam Helseth is laying the table for supper.

      Rebecca.

      [Folding up her work slowly.] But tell me precisely, what about this white horse?

      [Smiling quietly.

      Madam Helseth.

      Lord forgive you, Miss!—[fetching cruet-stand, and placing it on table]—but you're making fun of me!

      Rebecca.

      [Gravely.] No, indeed. Nobody