Miss Julie and Other Plays

by Strindberg August

Christine.[In her sleep.] The Count’s boots are already done—put the coffee out—at once, at once, at once—oh, oh—ah!

Julie.[Takes hold of her by the nose.] Wake up, will you?

John.[Harshly.] You mustn’t disturb a person who’s asleep.

Julie.[Sharply.] What?

John. A person who’s been on her legs all day by the fireplace will naturally be tired when night comes; and sleep should be respected.

Julie.[In another tone.] That’s a pretty thought. and does you credit—thank you. [She holds her hand out to JOHN.] Come out now and pick some clover for me. [During the subsequent dialogue CHRISTINE wakes up, and exit in a dosed condition to the right, to go to bed.]

John. With you, Miss?

Julie. With me?

John. It’s impossible, absolutely impossible.

Julie. I don’t understand what you mean. Can it be possible that you imagine such a thing for a single minute.