A Doll's House : a play

by Henrik Ibsen

NORA.
[tosses her head and crosses the stage]. You ought not to be so superior.

MRS LINDE.
No?

NORA.
You are just like the others. They all think that I am incapable of anything really serious—

MRS LINDE.
Come, come—

NORA.
—that I have gone through nothing in this world of cares.

MRS LINDE.
But, my dear Nora, you have just told me all your troubles.

NORA.
Pooh!—those were trifles. [Lowering her voice.] I have not told you the important thing.

MRS LINDE.
The important thing? What do you mean?

NORA.
You look down upon me altogether, Christine—but you ought not to. You are proud, aren’t you, of having worked so hard and so long for your mother?

MRS LINDE.
Indeed, I don’t look down on anyone. But it is true that I am both proud and glad to think that I was privileged to make the end of my mother’s life almost free from care.