cultural resources in henrik ibsen's early environment - Ibsen.net

His bitterness in the wind? Have the white mists
Which weave on the meadow never
Embraced you with a moist and clammy cold?
AGNETE.
No, Mother, no! I have never seen him.
KAREN.
(seizes a little stick, and extends it to AGNETE).
Then go, go immediately to the place where he rules!
But go alone! Then perhaps he will come.
Take this stick; the sharp iron tip on it
Was forged by witchcraft; dig up the treasure,
It lies under the greensward, by the bank,
On the right side, quite low down. Invoke him!
Call him at the foot of the hill and at its top,
In bush and thicket, by the spring and by the stream;
And if he comes, give the ring back to him,
Request your freedom; if he does not take the ring,
Then throw it to him, turn quickly around,
Take flight immediately, and do not look back!
Oh, great God!
AGNETE.
KAREN.
What? Do you not have the courage?
AGNETE.
Yes, I have courage for everything in order to be free.
KAREN.
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