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The Road to Damascus by August Strindberg
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LADY. Thank you, Mother. (She looks over to the OLD MAN, who rises
and looks at the STRANGER.) Peace, Grandfather. This is my husband.
Give him your hand.

OLD MAN. First let me look at him. (He goes to the STRANGER, puts
his hands on his shoulders and looks him in the eyes.) What motives
brought you here?

STRANGER (simply). None, but to keep my wife company, at her
earnest desire.

OLD MAN. If that's true, you're welcome! I've a long and stormy
life behind me, and at last I've found a certain peace in solitude.
I beg you not to trouble it.

STRANGER. I haven't come here to ask favours. I'll take nothing
with me when I go.

OLD MAN. That's not the answer I wanted; for we all need one
another. I perhaps need you. No one can know, young man.

LADY. Grandfather!

OLD MAN. Yes, my child. I shan't wish you happiness, for there's no
such thing; but I wish you strength to bear your destiny. Now I'll
leave you for a little. Your mother will look after you. (He goes
out.)

LADY (to her mother). Did you lay that table for us, Mother?
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