The Master Builder

by Henrik Ibsen

[Whilst MRS. SOLNESS is carried into the house.] Run down for the doctor—

I can't stir a root—

Then call to some one!

[Tries to call out.] How is it? Is he alive?

[Below, in the garden.] Mr. Solness is dead!

[Nearer.] The head is all crushed.—he fell right into the quarry.

[Turns to RAGNAR, and says quietly.] I can't see him up there now.

This is terrible. So, after all, he could not do it.

[As if in quiet spell-bound triumph.] But he mounted right to the top. And I heard harps in the air. [Waves her shawl in the air, and shrieks with wild intensity.] My—my Master Builder!