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Little Eyolf

Creator: Ibsen, Henrik, 1828-1906
Translator: Archer, William, 1856-1924
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ALLMERS. With great, open eyes. RITA. [Shuddering.] Yes, with great, open eyes. I see them! I see them now! ALLMERS. [Rises slowly and looks with quiet menace at her.] Were they evil, those eyes, Rita? RITA. [Turning pale.] Evil--! ALLMERS. [Going close up to her.] Were they evil eyes that stared up? Up from the depths? RITA. [Shrinking from him.] Alfred--! ALLMERS. [Following her.] Answer me! Were they a child's evil eyes? RITA. [Shrieks.] Alfred! Alfred! ALLMERS. Now things have come about--just as you wished, Rita. RITA. I! What did I wish? ALLMERS. That Eyolf were not here.
Lysistrata

LYSISTRATA Translated from the Greek of ARISTOPHANES Illustrations by Norman Lindsay [to be added to the next edition] FOREWORD _Lysistrata_ is the greatest work by Aristophanes. This blank and rash statement is made that it may be rejected. But first let it be understood that I do not mean it is a better written work than the _Birds_ or the _Frogs_, or that (to descend to the scale of values that will be naturally imputed to me) it has any more appeal to the collectors of "curious literature" than the _Ecclesiazusae_ or the _Thesmophoriazusae_. On the mere grounds of taste I can see an at least equally good case made out for the _Birds_. That brightly plumaged
RITA. Never for a moment have I wished that! That Eyolf should not stand between us--that was what I wished. ALLMERS. Well, well--he does not stand between us any more. RITA. [Softly, gazing straight before her.] Perhaps now more than ever. [With a sudden shudder.] Oh, that horrible sight! ALLMERS. [Nods.] The child's evil eyes. RITA. [In dread, recoiling from him.] Let me be, Alfred! I am afraid of you. I have never seen you like this before. ALLMERS. [Looks harshly and coldly at her.] Sorrow makes us wicked and hateful. RITA. [Terrified, and yet defiant.] That is what I feel, too. [ALLMERS goes towards the right and looks out over the fiord. RITA seats herself at the table. A short pause.] ALLMERS. [Turning his head towards her.] You never really and truly loved him--never! RITA. [With cold self-control.] Eyolf would never let me take him