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

Be comforted, my dove! The bird is in a cage,
He will not run from you; since you know,
The alcove has been dug out of the building itself
And has no other exit. Oh yes! We have him!
Now I shall savor the experience
Of this capture for a long time.
(He draws his rapier.)
See here the shining blade,
How hot it blushes for revenge and blood!
It will aid my search in the alcove.
CLARA (on her knees).
Mother of God, stand by me now!
THE COUNT.
That may well be necessary. Now, let my patience burst;
You savage, sweet revenge, I greet you!
(He runs toward the alcove with his sword raised.)
CLARA
(springs up and throws herself in his way).
Stop! I insist; you shall not go there!
THE COUNT.
Get out of the way! Your turn will come soon enough.
CLARA
(holding him back with all her strength).
Now you will listen to me, if only
A spark of reason lives in your dark soul!
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