Plays: the Father; Countess Julie; the Outlaw; the Stronger by August Strindberg
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page 129 of 215 (60%)
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JULIE. How can that be done at a moment's notice? JEAN. That is for you to say, if you wish to be my companion. JULIE. I can't--as I have nothing myself. [A pause.] JEAN. Then the whole matter drops-- -- JULIE. And-- -- JEAN. Things remain as they are. JULIE. Do you think I could remain under this roof after----Do you think I will allow the people to point at me in scorn, or that I can ever look my father in the face again? Never! Take me away from this humiliation and dishonor. Oh, what have I done! Oh, my God, what have I done! [Weeping.] JEAN. So, you are beginning in that tune now. What have you done? The same as many before you. JULIE. And now you despise me. I am falling! I am falling! JEAN. Fall down to my level, I'll lift you up afterwards. JULIE. What strange power drew me to you--the weak to the strong-- the falling to the rising, or is this love! This--love! Do you know |
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