Margit Monologue from The feast at Solhoug

From The feast at Solhoug by Henrik Ibsen

female · defiant · 59 sec

(Without looking at him.) While I, as at Solhoug each day flits past, Thank Heaven that here has my lot been cast. (GUDMUND: 'Tis well if for this you can thankful be--) (Vehemently.) Why not? For am I not honoured and free? Must not all folk here obey my hest? Rule I not all things as seemeth me best? Here I am first, with no second beside me; And that, as you know, from of old satisfied me. Did you think you would find me weary and sad? Nay, my mind is at peace and my heart is glad. You might, then, have spared your journey here To Solhoug; 'twill profit you little, I fear. (GUDMUND: What, mean you, Dame Margit?) (Rising.) I understand all-- I know why you come to my lonely hall.

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