Mrs. Alving. Then thank heaven Regina is not here!
Oswald. Well, now you have got to give me that helping hand,
mother.
Mrs. Alving (with a loud scream). I!
Oswald. Who has a better right than you?
Mrs. Alving. I! Your mother!
Oswald. Just for that reason.
Mrs. Alving. I, who gave you your life!
Oswald, I never asked you for life. And what kind of a life was
it that you gave me? I don't want it! You shall take it back!
Mrs. Alving. Help! Help! (Runs into the hall.)
Oswald (following her). Don't leave me! Where are you going?
Mrs. Alving (in the hall). To fetch the doctor to you, Oswald!
Let me out!
Oswald (going into the hall). You shan't go out. And no one shall
come in. (Turns the key in the lock.)
Mrs. Alving (coming in again). Oswald! Oswald!--my child!
Oswald (following her). Have you a mother's heart--and can bear
to see me suffering this unspeakable terror?
Mrs. Alving (controlling herself, after a moment's silence).
There is my hand on it.
Oswald. Will you--?
Mrs. Alving.
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