Bolette Monologue from The Lady from the Sea

From The Lady from the Sea by Henrik Ibsen

female · anguished · 48 sec

I suppose there is nothing else for it. After all, I must think of myself, too. I must try and get occupation of some sort. When once father's gone, I have no one to hold to. But, poor father! I dread leaving him. (Arnholm: Dread?) Yes, for father's sake. (Arnholm: But, good heavens! Your stepmother? She is left to him.) That's true. But she's not in the least fit to do all that mother did so well. There is so much she doesn't see, or that she won't see, or that she doesn't care about. I don't know which it is.

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