Falk Monologue from Love's Comedy

From Love's Comedy by Henrik Ibsen

male · philosophical · 1:22 min

And a beef love has equally been heard of, Wont--in romances--to brow-beat its mate, And still they say its trace may be detected Amongst the henpecked of the married state. In short there's likeness where 'twas least expected. So, as you know, an ancient proverb tells, That something ever passes from the tea Of the bouquet that lodges in its cells, If it be carried hither over the sea. It must across the desert and the hills,-- Pay toll to Cossack and to Russian tills;-- It gets their stamp and licence, that's enough, We buy it as the true and genuine stuff. But has not Love the self-same path to fare? Across Life's desert? How the world would rave And shriek if you or I should boldly bear Our Love by way of Freedom's ocean wave! "Good heavens, his moral savour's passed away, And quite dispersed Legality's bouquet!"-- STRAWMAN (rising). Yes, happily,--in every moral land Such wares continue to be contraband!

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