Gudmund Alfson Monologue from The feast at Solhoug

From The feast at Solhoug by Henrik Ibsen

male · melancholic · 1:04 min

Nay, Margit, my meaning you read aright! You were kind to me, both, in those far-away years-- Your eyes, when we parted were wet with tears. We swore like brother and sister still To hold together in good hap or ill. 'Mid the other maids like a sun you shone, Far, far and wide was your beauty known. You are no less fair than you were, I wot; But Solhoug's mistress, I see, has forgot The penniless kinsman. So hard is your mind That ever of old was gentle and kind. (MARGIT: Aye, of old--!) [Looks compassionately at her, is silent for a little, then says in a subdued voice. Shall we do as your husband said? Pass the time with talk of the dear old days?

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