Ah yes—courage! If one only had that!
Lövborg.
What then? What do you mean?
Hedda.
Then life would perhaps be liveable, after all. [With a sudden change of tone.] But now, my dearest Thea, you really must have a glass of cold punch.
Mrs. Elvsted.
No, thanks—I never take anything of that kind.
Hedda.
Well then, you, Mr. Lövborg.
Lövborg.