Love’s Comedy
By Henrik Ibsen
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"Love’s Comedy", bittersweet comedy written in 1862, is one of his earliest plays, released before "Brand and Peer Gynt".
"Love’s Comedy" is considered Ibsen's first assured masterpiece, written in verse and in language loaded with vivid imagery and passion.
Two students, Falk and Lind, are staying at the country house of Mrs. Halm, romancing her two daughters Anna and Svanhild. Lind has ambitions to be a missionary, Falk a great poet. Falk criticises bourgeois society in his verse and insists that we live in the passionate moment. Lind's proposal of marriage to Anna is accepted, but Svanhild rejects the chance to become Falk's muse, as poetry is merely writing, and he can do that on his own and without really risking himself for his beliefs.
Henrik Ibsen
Henrik Ibsen (1828-1906) was a Norwegian playwright who thrived during the late nineteenth century. He began his professional career at age 15 as a pharmacist’s apprentice. He would spend his free time writing plays, publishing his first work Catilina in 1850, followed by The Burial Mound that same year. He eventually earned a position as a theatre director and began producing his own material. Ibsen’s prolific catalogue is noted for depicting modern and real topics. His major titles include Brand, Peer Gynt and Hedda Gabler.
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Love’s Comedy - Henrik Ibsen
Henrik Ibsen
Love’s Comedy
Table of contents
LOVE´S COMEDY
Persons of the Comedy
ACT FIRST
ACT SECOND
ACT THIRD
LOVE´S COMEDY
Henrik Ibsen
Persons of the Comedy
MRS. HALM, widow of a government official.
SVANHILD AND ANNA, her daughters.
FALK, a young author, and LIND, a divinity student, her boarders.
GULDSTAD, a wholesale merchant.
STIVER, a law-clerk.
MISS JAY, his fiancee.
STRAWMAN, a country clergyman.
MRS. STRAWMAN, his wife.
STUDENTS, GUESTS, MARRIED AND PLIGHTED PAIRS.
THE STRAWMANS’ EIGHT LITTLE GIRLS.
FOUR AUNTS, A PORTER, DOMESTIC SERVANTS.
Scene — Mrs. Halm’s Villa on the Drammensvejen at Christiania.
ACT FIRST
The SCENE represents a pretty garden irregularly but tastefully laid out; in the background are seen the fjord and the islands. To the left is the house, with a verandah and an open dormer window above; to the right in the foreground an open summer-house with a table and benches. The landscape lies in bright afternoon sunshine. It is early summer; the fruit-trees are in flower.
When the Curtain rises, MRS. HALM, ANNA, and MISS JAY are sitting on the verandah, the first two engaged in embroidery, the last with a book. In the summer-house are seen FALK, LIND, GULDSTAD, and STIVER: a punch-bowl and glasses are on the table. SVANHILD sits alone in the background by the water.
Falk [rises, lifts his glass, and sings].
Sun-glad day in garden shady
Was but made for thy delight:
What though promises of May-day
Be annulled by Autumn’s blight?
Apple-blossom white and splendid
Drapes thee in its glowing tent —
Let it, then, when day is ended,
Strew the closes storm-besprent.
Chorus Of Gentlemen.
Let it, then, when day is ended, etc.
Falk.
Wherefore seek the harvest’s guerdon
While the tree is yet in bloom?
Wherefore drudge beneath the burden
Of an unaccomplished doom?
Wherefore let the scarecrow clatter
Day and night upon the tree?
Brothers mine, the sparrows’ chatter
Has a cheerier melody.
Chorus.
Brothers mine, the sparrow’s chatter, etc.
Falk.
Happy songster! Wherefore scare him
From our blossom-laden bower?
Rather for his music spare him
All our future, flower by flower;
Trust me, ’twill be cheaply buying
Present song with future fruit;
List the proverb, Time is flying; —
Soon our garden music’s mute.
Chorus.
List the proverb, etc.
Falk.
I will live in song and gladness —
Then, when every bloom is shed,
Sweep together, scarce in sadness,
All that glory, wan and dead:
Fling the gates wide! Bruise and batter,
Tear and trample, hoof and tusk;
I have plucked the flower, what matter
Who devours the withered husk!
Chorus.
I have plucked the flower, etc.
[They clink and empty their glasses.
Falk [to the ladies].
There — that’s the song you asked me for; but pray
Be lenient to it — I can’t think today.
Guldstad.
Oh, never mind the sense — the sound’s the thing.
Miss Jay [looking round].
But Svanhild, who was eagerest to hear —?
When Falk began, she suddenly took wing
And vanished —
Anna [pointing towards the back].
No, for there she sits — I see her.
Mrs Halm [sighing].
That child! Heaven knows, she’s past my comprehending!
Miss Jay.
But, Mr. Falk, I thought the lyric’s ending
Was not so rich in-well, in poetry,
As others of the stanzas seemed to be.
Stiver.
Why yes, and I am sure it could not tax
Your powers to get a little more inserted —
Falk [clinking glasses with him].
You cram it in, like putty into cracks,
Till lean is into streaky fat converted.
Stiver [unruffled].
Yes, nothing easier — I, too, in my day
Could do the trick.
Guldstad.
Dear me! Were you a poet?
Miss Jay.
My Stiver! Yes!
Stiver.
Oh, in a humble way.
Miss Jay [to the ladies].
His nature is romantic.
Mrs Halm.
Yes, we know it.
Stiver.
Not now; it’s ages since I turned a rhyme.
Falk.
Yes varnish and romance go off with time.
But in the old days —?
Stiver.
Well, you see, ’twas when
I was in love.
Falk.
Is that time over, then?
Have you slept off the sweet intoxication?
Stiver.
I’m now engaged — I hold official station —
That’s better than in love, I apprehend!
Falk.
Quite so! You’re in the right my good old friend.
The worst is past — vous voila bien avance —
Promoted from mere lover to fiance.
Stiver [with a smile of complacent recollection].
It’s strange to think of it — upon my word,
I half suspect my memory of lying —
[Turns to FALK.
But seven years ago — it sounds absurd! —
I wasted office hours in versifying.
Falk.
What! Office hours —!
Stiver.
Yes, such were my transgressions.
Guldstad [ringing on his glass].
Silence for our solicitor’s confessions!
Stiver.
But chiefly after five, when I was free,
I’d rattle off whole reams of poetry —
Ten — fifteen folios ere I went to bed —
Falk.
I see — you gave your Pegasus his head,
And off he tore —
Stiver.
On stamped or unstamped paper —
’Twas all the same to him — he’d prance and caper —
Falk.
The spring of poetry flowed no less flush?
But how, pray, did you teach it first to gush?
Stiver.
By aid of love’s divining-rod, my friend!
Miss Jay it was that taught me where to bore,
My fiancee — she became so in the end —
For then she was —
Falk.
Your love and nothing more.
Stiver [continuing].
’Twas a strange time; I could not read a bit;
I tuned my pen instead of pointing it;
And when along the foolscap sheet it raced,
It twangled music to the words I traced; —
At last by letter I declared my flame
To her — to her —
Falk.
Whose fiancee you became.
Stiver.
In course of post her answer came to hand —
The motion granted — judgment in my favour!
Falk.
And you felt bigger, as you wrote, and braver,
To find you’d brought your venture safe to land!
Stiver.
Of course.
Falk.
And you bade the Muse farewell?
Stiver.
I’ve felt no lyric impulse, truth to tell,
From that day forth. My vein appeared to peter
Entirely out; and now, if I essay
To turn a verse or two for New Year’s Day,
I make the veriest hash of rhyme and metre,
And — I’ve no notion what the cause can be —
It turns to law and not to poetry.
Guldstad [clinks glasses with him].
And trust me, you’re no whit the worse for that!
[To Falk.
You think the stream of life is flowing solely
To bear you to the goal you’re aiming at —
But here I lodge a protest energetic,
Say what you will, against its wretched moral.
A masterly economy and new
To let the birds play havoc at their pleasure
Among your fruit-trees, fruitless now for you,
And suffer flocks and herds to trample through
Your garden, and lay waste its springtide treasure!
A pretty prospect, truly, for next year!
Falk.
Oh, next, next, next! The thought I loathe and fear
That these four letters timidly express —
It beggars millionaires in happiness!
If I could be the autocrat of speech
But for one hour, that hateful word I’d banish;
I’d send it packing out of mortal reach,
As B and G from Knudsen’s Grammar vanish.
Stiver.
Why should the word of hope enrage you thus?
Falk.
Because it darkens God’s fair earth for us.
Next year,
next love,
next life,
— my soul is vext
To see this world in thraldom to the next.
’Tis this dull forethought, bent on future prizes,
That millionaires in gladness pauperises.
Far as