Plays by August Strindberg, Second series by August Strindberg
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happy to notice that we had become such good friends. It had
always been his dream--hm! he is making the speech now--his dream that the three of us should form a triumvirate that could set the world a great example of friendship asking for nothing--"Yes, I trust you, Maurice, partly because you are my friend, and partly because your feelings are tied up elsewhere." HENRIETTE. Bravo! You must have been in a similar situation before, or you couldn't give such a lifelike picture of it. Do you know that Adolphe is just that kind of a third person who cannot enjoy his mistress without having his friend along? MAURICE. That's why I had to be called in to entertain you--Hush! There is somebody outside--It must be he. HENRIETTE. No, don't you know these are the hours when ghosts walk, and then you can see so many things, and hear them also. To keep awake at night, when you ought to be sleeping, has for me the same charm as a crime: it is to place oneself above and beyond the laws of nature. MAURICE. But the punishment is fearful--I am shivering or quivering, with cold or with fear. HENRIETTE. [Wraps her opera cloak about him] Put this on. It will make you warm. MAURICE. That's nice. It is as if I were inside of your skin, as if my body had been melted up by lack of sleep and were being remoulded in your shape. I can feel the moulding process going on. |
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