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    Leonarda: Includes a rare poetry collection
    Leonarda: Includes a rare poetry collection
    Leonarda: Includes a rare poetry collection
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    Leonarda: Includes a rare poetry collection

    By Bjornsterne Bjornson

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    Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson (1832 – 1910), the third man to ever win the Nobel Prize in Literature. However when considering the quality of his writing he is perhaps not as celebrated as he should be. Being also a Nobel Laureate in Literature, Bjornson has also been credited with many other impressive successes. These include writing the lyrics for the Norwegian national anthem, mastering all forms of literature; poetry, novels, short stories, essays and playwriting and being elevated to one of the Four Greats; the name for the classic Norwegian writers, others being Henrik Ibsen, Jonas Lie and Alexander Kielland. Here we look at one of his many plays. Much of his work was nearly as popular in his native Norway as Ibsen's and we now bring you these masterful works in English for you to compare. Our imprint Stage Door offers both Ibsen’s and Bjornson’s works in English.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCopyright Group
    Release dateOct 11, 2013
    ISBN9781780004952
    Leonarda: Includes a rare poetry collection

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      Leonarda - Bjornsterne Bjornson

      Leonarda, By Bjornstjerne Bjornson

      Includes a rare poetry collection from the author.

      Table Of Contents

      DRAMATIS PERSONAE

      ACT I

      ACT II

      ACT III

      ACT IV

      Poetry Collection

      DRAMATIS PERSONAE

      The BISHOP.

      CORNELIA, his sister.

      HAGBART, his nephew.

      The GRANDMOTHER.

      LEONARDA FALK.

      AAGOT, her niece.

      GENERAL ROSEN.

      CHIEF JUSTICE ROST.

      MRS. ROST.

      PEDERSEN, agent to Mrs. Falk.

      HANS.

      A Maid.

      ACT I

      (SCENE. A large room in LEONARDA FALK's house. At the back,

      folding doors which are standing open. Antique furniture.

      LEONARDA, dressed in a riding-habit, is standing beside a

      writing-desk on the left, talking to her agent PEDERSEN.)

      Leonarda. It is a complete loss.

      Pedersen. But, Mrs. Falk

      Leonarda. A loss, every scrap of it. I can't sell burnt bricks.

      How much is there of it? Two kilns' full, that is 24,000 bricks

      at their present price about thirty pounds' worth. What am I to

      do with you? send you about your business?

      Pedersen. Madam, it is the first time

      Leonarda. No, indeed it is not; that is to say, it is certainly

      the first time the bricks have been burnt, but your accounts have

      been wrong over and over again, so that I have been led into

      sending out faulty invoices. What is the matter with you?

      Pedersen. Madam, I beg

      [Enter HANS.]

      Hans. Your horse is saddled, madam, and the General is coming

      up the avenue.

      Leonarda. Very well. (HANS goes out.) Have you taken to drink,

      Pedersen?

      Pedersen. No, madam.

      Leonarda. That wouldn't be like you. But what is it? You look

      quite changed. Pedersen! I believe I know! I saw you rowing back

      across the river last night, from the summer-house in the wood.

      Are you in love? (PEDERSEN turns away.) So that is it. And

      crossed in love? (She goes up to him, puts her hand on his

      shoulder and stands with her back turned to the audience, as he

      does.) Are you engaged to her?

      Pedersen. Yes.

      Leonarda. Then she is not treating you well? She is not true to

      you? (Stoops and looks into his face.) And you love her in spite

      of it? (Moves away from him.) Then you are a weak man, Pedersen.

      We cannot possibly love those who are false to us. (Draws on one

      of her gloves.) We may suffer horribly for a while; but love

      them, no!

      Pedersen (still turning away from her). It is easy for those to

      talk who have not experienced it.

      Leonarda. Experienced it? You never can tell that. Come to me

      this evening at seven o'clock.

      Pedersen. Yes, madam.

      Leonarda. I will talk things over with you then. We will go for a

      stroll together.

      Pedersen. Thank you, madam.

      Leonarda. I believe I may be able to help you in your trouble,

      Pedersen. That is all right, don't think any more about the

      bricks, or of what I said. Forgive me! (Holds out her hand to

      him.)

      Pedersen (grasping her hand). Oh, madam!

      [Enter GENERAL ROSEN.]

      Rosen. Good morning! (PEDERSEN crosses the room.) Bless my soul,

      Pedersen, you look like a pat of melting butter! (PEDERSEN goes

      out. ROSEN turns to LEONARDA.) Have you been playing father

      confessor so early in the morning, and on such a fine day too?

      That is too bad. By the way, have you heard from Aagot?

      Leonarda (putting on her hat). No, I don't know what

      has come over the child. It is close on a fortnight since

      Rosen. She is enjoying herself. I remember when I was enjoying

      myself I never used to write letters.

      Leonarda (looking at him). You were enjoying yourself last night,

      I rather think?

      Rosen. Do I show it? Dear, dear! I thought that after a bath and

      a ride

      Leonarda. This sort of thing cannot go on!

      Rosen. You know quite well that if I can't be here I have to go

      to my club.

      Leonarda. But can't you go to your club without? (Stops, with a

      gesture of disgust.)

      Rosen. I know what you mean, worse luck. But they always give one

      a glass too much.

      Leonarda. One glass? Say three!

      Rosen. Three, if you like. You know I never was good at counting.

      Leonarda. Well, now you can go for your ride alone.

      Rosen. Oh, but

      Leonarda. Yes, I am not going for a ride to-day with a man who

      was tipsy last night. (Takes off her hat.) Hans! (HANS is heard

      answering her from without.) Put my horse up for the present!

      Rosen. You are punishing yourself as well as me, you know. You

      ought to be out on a day like this, and it is a sin to deprive

      the countryside of the pleasure of seeing you!

      Leonarda. Will nothing ever make you take things seriously?

      Rosen. Yes. When the day comes that you are in need of anything,

      I will be serious.

      Leonarda. And you propose to hang about here waiting, till I have

      some ill luck? You will have to wait a long time, I hope. (Goes

      to her desk.)

      Rosen. I hope so too! because meanwhile I shall be able to

      continue coming here.

      Leonarda. Till you get your orders from America.

      Rosen. Of course, till I get my orders from Sherman.

      Leonarda. You have not had any orders, then?

      Rosen. No.

      Leonarda. It is beginning to look very suspicious. How long is it

      since I made you write to him?

      Rosen. Oh, I am sure I forget.

      Leonarda. It has just struck me. I suppose you did write?

      Rosen. Of course I did. I always do what you tell me.

      Leonarda. You stand there twirling your moustache, and

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