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

I recognize this sweet voice;
Up to the wall, climb over it!
CLARA.
Are you mad? You're not going to do it?
Help! For God's sake! Oh! He is already hanging
On the wall like a swallow,
Where it curves high over
The sea and the jagged cliffs!
Oh, it makes me dizzy just to watch.
FERNANDO (approaching).
Beloved girl, these stones,
These crevices here in the wall,
These dry ivy vines
Are for me a ladder to heaven.
CLARA.
He is already near. Oh Fernando,
I do not dare to receive you.
FERNANDO.
Then throw me down in the depths.
CLARA.
God! There he is; I am doomed!
(She runs away from the window.)
Clara, Clara, beloved maid!
FERNANDO (leaps in).
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