Title:  Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 100, May 30, 1891

Author:  Various

Release Date:  September 7, 2004 [EBook #13390]

Language:  English

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PUNCH,

Or the London charivari.

Vol. 100.

May 30, 1891.

MR. PUNCH’S POCKET IBSEN.

(CONDENSED AND REVISED VERSION BY MR. P.’S OWN HARMLESS IBSENITE.)

No.  IV.—­The wild Duck.

Act III.

    HIALMAR’s Studio.  A photograph has just been taken, GINA
    and HEDVIG are tidying up.

Gina (apologetically).  There should have been a luncheon-party in this Act, with Dr. RELLING and MOeLVIK, who would have been in a state of comic “chippiness,” after his excesses overnight.  But, as it hadn’t much to do with such plot as there is, we cut it out.  It came cheaper.  Here comes your father back from his walk with that lunatic, Young Werle—­you had better go and play with the Wild Duck. [HEDVIG goes.

Hialmar (coming in).  I have been for a walk with Gregers; he meant well—­but it was tiring.  Gina, he has told me that, fifteen years ago, before I married you, you were rather a Wild Duck, so to speak. (Severely.) Why haven’t you been writhing in penitence and remorse all these years, eh?

Gina (sensibly).  Why?  Because I have had other things to do. You wouldn’t take any photographs, so I had to.

Hialmar.  All the same—­it was a swamp of deceit.  And where am I to find elasticity of spirit to bring out my grand invention now?  I used to shut myself up in the parlour, and ponder and cry, when I thought that the effort of inventing anything would sap my vitality. (Pathetically.) I did want to leave you an inventor’s widow; but I never shall now, particularly as I haven’t made up my mind what to invent yet.  Yes, it’s all over.  Rabbits are trash, and even poultry palls.  And I’ll wring that cursed Wild Duck’s neck!

Gregers (coming in beaming).  Well, so you’ve got it over. Wasn’t it soothing and ennobling, eh? and ain’t you both obliged to me?

Gina.  No; it’s my opinion you’d better have minded your own business, [Weeps.

Gregers (in great surprise).  Bless me!  Pardon my Norwegian naivete but this ought really to be quite a new starting-point.  Why, I confidently expected to have found you both beaming!—­Mrs. EKDAL, being so illiterate, may take some little time to see it—­but you, HIALMAR, with your deep mind, surely you feel a new consecration, eh?