Henrik Ibsen (1828-1906)

Peer Gynt

Translated by Robert Farquharson Sharp

Act IV

Scene 5

(Early morning. A stony region, with a view out over the desert. On one side a cleft in the hill, and a cave.)

(A thief and a receiver hidden in the cleft, with the Emperorís horse and robes. The horse, richly caparisoned, is tied to a stone. Horsemen are seen afar off.)

THE THIEF. The tongues of the lances all flickering and flashing,ósee, see!

THE RECEIVER. Already my head seems to roll on the sand-plain! Woe, woe!

THE THIEF (folds his arms over his breast). My father he thieved; so his son must be thieving.

THE RECEIVER. My father received; so his son keeps receiving.

THE THIEF. Thy lot shalt thou bear still; thyself shalt thou be still.

THE RECEIVER (listening). Steps in the brushwood! Flee, flee! But where?

THE THIEF. The cavern is deep, and the Prophet great!

(They make off, leaving the booty behind them. The horsemen gradually disappear in the distance.)

PEER GYNT (enters, cutting a reed whistle). What a delectable morning-tide!óThe dung-beetleís rolling his ball in the dust; the snail creeps out of his dwelling-house. The morning; ay, it has gold in its mouth.óItís a wonderful power, when you think of it, that Nature has given to the light of day. One feels so secure, and so much more courageous,óone would gladly, at need, take a bull by the horns.óWhat a stillness all round! Ah, the joys of Nature,óstrange enough I should never have prized them before. Why go and imprison oneself in a city, for no end but just to be bored by the mob.ójust look how the lizards are whisking about, snapping, and thinking of nothing at all. What innocence evín in the life of the beasts! Each fulfils the Creatorís behest unimpeachably, preserving its own special stamp undefaced; is itself, is itself, both in sport and in strife, itself, as it was at his primal: Be! (Puts on his eye-glasses.) A toad. In the middle of a sandstone block. Petrifaction all round him. His head alone peering. There heís sitting and gazing as though through a window at the world, and isóto himself enough.ó (Reflectively.) Enough? To himselfó? Where is it thatís written? Iíve read it, in youth, in some so-called classic. In the family prayer-book? Or Solomonís Proverbs? Alas, I notice that, year by year, my memory for dates and for places is fading. (Seats himself in the shade.) Hereís a cool spot to rest and to stretch out oneís feet. Why, look, here are ferns growingóedible roots. (Eats a little.) íTwould be fitter food for an animalóbut the text says: Bridle the natural man! Furthermore it is written: The proud shall be humbled, and whoso abaseth himself, exalted. (Uneasily.) Exalted? Yes, thatís what will happen with me;óno other result can so much as be thought of. Fate will assist me away from this place, and arrange matters so that I get a fresh start. This is only a trial; deliverance will follow,óif only the Lord lets me keep my health. (Dismisses his misgivings, lights a cigar, stretches himself, and gazes out over the desert.) What an enormous, limitless waste!óFar in the distance an ostrich is striding.óWhat can one fancy was really Godís meaning in all of this voidness and deadness? This desert, bereft of all sources of life; this burnt-up cinder, that profits no one; this patch of the world, that for ever lies fallow; this corpse, that never, since earthís creation, has brought its Maker so much as thanks,ówhy was it created?óHow spendthrift is Nature!óIs that sea in the east there, that dazzling expanse all gleaming? It canít be; ítis but a mirage. The seaís to the west; it lies piled up behind me, dammed out from the desert by a sloping ridge. (A thought flashes through his mind.) Dammed out? Then I couldó? The ridge is narrow. Dammed out? It wants but a gap, a canal,ólike a flood of life would the waters rush in through the channel, and fill the desert! Soon would the whole of yon red-hot grave spread forth, a breezy and rippling sea. The oases would rise in the midst, like islands; Atlas would tower in green cliffs on the north; sailing-ships would, like stray birds on the wing, skim to the south, on the caravansí track. Life-giving breezes would scatter the choking vapours, and dew would distil from the clouds. People would build themselves town on town, and grass would grow green round the swaying palm-trees. The southland, behind the Saharaís wall, would make a new seaboard for civilisation. Steam would set Timbuctooís factories spinning; Bornu would be colonised apace; the naturalist would pass safely through Habes in his railway-car to the Upper Nile. In the midst of my sea, on a fat oasis, I will replant the Norwegian race; the Dalesmanís blood is next door to royal; Arabic crossing will do the rest. Skirting a bay, on a shelving strand, Iíll build the chief city, Peeropolis. The world is decrepit! Now comes the turn of Gyntiana, my virgin land! (Springs up.) Had I but capital, soon ítwould be done.óA gold key to open the gate of the sea! A crusade against Death! The close-fisted old churl shall open the sack he lies brooding upon. Men rave about freedom in every land;ólike the ass in the ark, I will send out a cry oíer the world, and will baptise to liberty the beautiful, thrall-bounden coasts that shall be. I must on! To find capital, eastward or west! My kingdomówell, half of it, sayófor a horse! (The horse in the cleft neighs.) A horse! Ay, and robes!ójewels too,óand a sword! (Goes closer.) It canít be! It is thoughó! But how? I have read, I donít quite know where, that the will can move mountains;óbut how about moving a horse as welló? Pooh! Here stands the horse, thatís a matter of fact; for the rest, why, ab esse ad posse, et cetera. (Puts on the dress and looks down at it.) Sir Peteróa Turk, too, from top to toe! Well, one never knows what may happen to one.óGee-up, now, Grane, my trusty steed! (Mounts the horse.) Gold-slipper stirrups beneath my feet!óYou may know the great by their riding-gear!

(Gallops off into the desert.)

Act IV Scene 4

Act IV Scene 6