Plays: Comrades; Facing Death; Pariah; Easter by August Strindberg
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[The doctor greets the visitors.] CARL. Hardly. We were passing by and thought we would just look in to see how you are. But we shall be on hand, of course, for your invitation for Saturday, the first of May. AXEL. That's good. You got the card then? MRS. STARCK. Yes, we received it while we were in Hamburg. Well, what is Bertha doing nowadays? AXEL. Oh, she paints, as I do. In fact, we're expecting her model, and as he may come at any moment, perhaps I can't risk you to sit down after all, if I'm going to be honest. CARL. Do you think we would blush, then? MRS. STARCK. He isn't nude, is he? AXEL. Of course. CARL. A man? The devil!--No, I couldn't allow my wife to be mixed up with anything of that sort. Alone with a naked man! AXEL. I see you still have prejudices, Carl. CARL. Yes, you know-- MRS. STARCK. Fie! |
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