Mr Punch's Pocket Ibsen - A Collection of Some of the Master's Best Known Dramas
A COLLECTION OF SOME OF THE MASTER'S BEST-KNOWN DRAMAS
CONDENSED, REVISED, AND SLIGHTLY RE-ARRANGED FOR THE BENEFIT OF THE EARNEST STUDENT
AUTHOR OF VICE VERSA, VOCES POPULI, ETC.
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY BERNARD PARTRIDGE
LONDON WILLIAM HEINEMANN 1893
The concluding piece, Pill-Doctor Herdal, is, as the observant reader will instantly perceive, rather a reverent attempt to tread in the footprints of the Norwegian dramatist, than a version of any actually existing masterpiece. The author is conscious that his imitation is painfully lacking in the mysterious obscurity of the original, that the vein of allegorical symbolism is thinner throughout than it should be, and that the characters are not nearly so mad as persons invariably are in real life—but these are the faults inevitable to a prentice hand, and he trusts that due allowances may be made for them by the critical.
In conclusion he wishes to express his acknowledgments to Messrs. Bradbury and Agnew for their permission to reprint the present volume, the contents of which made their original appearance in the pages of Punch
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.
Madam Helseth.
Rebecca.
F. Anstey
MR. PUNCH'S POCKET IBSEN
F. ANSTEY
"PREFATORY NOTE"
CONTENTS
ROSMERSHÖLM
ACT FIRST
"Taking off his gloves meaningly."
ACT THREE
(ET DIKKISVÖET)
"Boo!"
"A poor fellow with both feet in the grave is not the best authority on the fit of silk stockings."
"Oh, you prillil squillikins!"
"I am a gay Norwegian dog."
"I am a Norwegian literary man, and peculiar."
"What! the accounts of all those everlasting bores settled?"
"Put that nasty pigstol down!"
"For goodness' sake, let go my legs!"
"Beautiful rainbow-coloured powders that will give one a real grip on the world!"
"My, my Pill-doctor!"
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