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

(throws herself down before his feet).
O God's anointed! I recognize you!
How my eye was blind to your radiance!
Now I feel it: The fire in the glance,
Which inspires faith and trust in my bosom,
While it also bows me in the dust
Before your feet; even that noble wrath,
Whose lightning flash blazes in your speech's thunder,
Everything says to me that you are the monarch!
KING (raising her up).
Stand up, my daughter! Tell your errand
To him you first named with the name of a king.
AGNETE.
Oh, he is powerless from this hour!
Before the Skoldung* sun he and all the mists
Recede, which suck nourishment from the moon.
(*The name of the Danish royal family.)
KING.
What do you want with him, then?
AGNETE.
Oh God!...
To give him back this ring.
KING.
Give it to me!
(AGNETE gives him the ring.)
What am I seeing!
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