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Early Plays

Auhtor: Henrik Ibsen

Language: english

Genres:

drama
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Review by Bob Tobias, February 2006


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Summary of the Book 'Early Plays':

Henrik Ibsen (20 March 1828 ? 23 May 1906) was a major 19th-century Norwegian playwright theatre director and poet. He is often referred to as the father of modern drama and is one of the founders of Modernism in the theatre. His plays were considered scandalous to many of his era when European societies were characterized by strict mores of family life and propriety. Ibsens work examined the realities that lay behind many faades revealing much that was disquieting to many contemporaries. It utilized a critical eye and free inquiry into the conditions of life and issues of morality. Ibsen is often ranked as one of the truly great playwrights in the European tradition alongside Shakespeare.

Excerpts from the Book 'Early Plays':


... Notes (Vol. IV, pp. 309-337). Olaf Liljekrans, which was presented on the Bergen stage in 1857, marks the end of Ibsen's early romantic interest. The ...
... calls a voice within my soul: Up, Catiline-awake and be a man. CATILINE. [Abruptly.] Ah, these are but delusions of the night, Mere dreaming phantoms ...
... know what such a hate as mine, Constantly brewing, never satisfied, Can fashion out in ruin and revenge. A VESTAL. [Enters.] Go, Furia, go your watch ...
... possible. Shall I so die. [With uplifted hands.]. CATILINE. A hint, oh angry powers,-that it is My fate to disappear from life forgotten, Without ...
... gloom of thraldom, Dark as the night, lay blanketed on Rome. Behold,-this realm-though proud and powerful It seems-totters upon the edge of ...
... [Wildly.] Yes, by the spirits of night,- A merry journey. See-this flashing sword. It thirsts for blood. I go-to quench its thirst. AURELIA. ...
... among the trees.]. LENTULUS. [Softly.] Some one was speaking-. ONE OF THE GLADIATORS. Aye, but now all's quiet. THE OTHER GLADIATOR. Perchance ...
... no one. Who will solve the riddle. FURIA. I greet you after battle, Catiline. CATILINE. Ah, who are you. FURIA. I am a shadow's shadow. CATILINE. ...
... It is all so still before me, Still as in a sylvan maze. Summer evening's mellow power Settles round us like a dove, Hovers like a swan above Ocean ...
... I heed the secret power, Which has its royal seat within the soul. I stand in Norway, am a hero's bride, And from the mountain peak watch eagle-like. ...
... In the rear, up on the hillside. HEMMING. [Points to the right.] She is playing with her bridesmaids they gather green twigs from the cherry ...
... THORGJERD, who rises from the river.] Here comes one will I ask. HEMMING. [Apprehensively.] Master. Master. ARNE. What now. HEMMING. Let him ...
... awakening.] Hemming. Is it you. Stand not in my way. HEMMING. What is it that weighs On your mind, that you wander in here for three days. [Observes ...
... We wander in field and in dell. O Christian, come, give heed to our song, Wake up from your magic spell. SCENE XII. [OLAF and ALFHILD come in from ...
... you can freely promise. See, here she comes. Olaf, my son. think of your betrothed and your noble race, think of your old mother who would have to go ...
... yes, it must, it shall succeed. [She goes out to the right.]. SCENE VIII. [HEMMING comes from the left with a bowl of ale hidden under his coat. ...
... a fancy for him it was therefore so galling to him that Olaf should have her. LADY KIRSTEN. [Who has in the meantime regained her composure.] And now ...
... music.]. ALFHILD. God's angels are singing. From under the sod The dead they were able to carol away. O, my bosom is bursting with woe. [She kneels ...
... crown and other ornaments.]. ALFHILD. This crown did my mother once wear on her head She too by the world then was tricked and misled, She too then ...
... inside at all you stood on the outside, and it was cool enough there,-the biting wind should have made you sober. ALFHILD. Yes, I destroyed your ...