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fixedly at him.] Something has
happened here--
PEHR. Nothing--nothing whatever!
OLD MAN. My son, it will soon be midnight. Don't you want to retire
to your room so that I may lock you in?
PEHR. You always want to shut me in! Tell me, Father, have you never
meant to let me out in the world? Surely you cannot have thought that I
should sit here forever, and dry up!
OLD MAN. I have seen life; I know its Sodom apples--therefore I wish
to shield you.
PEHR. But life is not as sour as you say, perhaps.
OLD MAN. What do you know about it?
PEHR. Oh, I can see things from my high place! Come here and I will
show you.

OLD MAN. What can you show me that I do not already know?
PEHR. [Leads Old Man to the window.] Look! Do you see the great
house on the square?
OLD MAN. Yes; but make haste! Before the clock strikes twelve, you
must be in bed.
PEHR. Do you see the Christmas-tree, with its gold and silver?
OLD MAN. Only paper, boy!
PEHR. And the golden fruits of the tropics?
OLD MAN. Worm-eaten--
PEHR. And the sun--Happiness--how it shines on the children's faces!
OLD MAN. Between times distorted by envy--
PEHR. And the old man who sits there, contented and happy--
OLD MAN. It's a lie! He trembles in his heart for the house rent, which
must be paid on the new year--
PEHR. He--the rich man?
OLD MAN. Hides his approaching downfall!
PEHR. And those young people--Do you see how he stretches his arm--
OLD MAN. After the father's money bag!
PEHR. Shame on you! Their lips meet--
OLD MAN. In lust!
PEHR. What is that?--Ah! Now look up there, at the gable window,
with the single light--

OLD MAN. Prompted by caution, which demands darkness--
PEHR. By the glow of contentment's calm light--
OLD MAN. Which they stole from the spice stall, and their delight is
in planning the next expedition to the city market. I know it, do you
hear! And up there, in the palace, where the lights glisten by the
thousands and mirror themselves in the wines' sour streams-- there they
roll--empty heads and empty hearts--who say that they think and feel
for the people's welfare! There they roll, between bottles and dishes--
PEHR. Why do you talk so fast? Let me continue--
OLD MAN. No! Away with you and obey, boy!
PEHR. Yes, away from here! I want to go out and see the world. I want
to see child-faces--even if they can be clouded by envy's cankerworm! I
want to taste the fruit of the tropics even if it is worm-eaten! I would
drink the wine though it were gall, and I want to put my arm around a
maid's waist, even if a bankrupt father does sit at the hearth stone! I
want silver and gold--if in the end it is nothing but dross!
OLD MAN. Hell-fire! who's been here?
A VOICE. Curse not Christmas!
PEHR. What can this mean? It is so strange here to-night--stranger than
usual. Father, look at me! Why, that's not his face!
OLD MAN. [Kneeling.] My son! Listen to your father--obey the old
man, who wishes you only good; remain within these peaceful walls!
PEHR. It is too late!
OLD MAN. What do I see?--that ring! who gave it to you? [Tries to
take the ring from Pehr.]
PEHR. Who are you? You are not my father!

OLD MAN. Your guilty, your unhappy father, who is bound by the
witchcraft of the Powers! [Old Man is transformed into a big black cat.]
PEHR. Jesu Maria, help! [Bright rays dart out from Virgin's image;
clock strikes twelve.]
PEHR. The witch! The witch! Away, unclean spirit! [Cat vanishes.]
And now--[opens tower shutters] for life! [Fingers ring.] To the forest.
[Going through window.] Out!
CURTAIN.

ACT TWO
SCENE ONE.
Snow-clad woods; diagonally across stage is an ice-covered brook.
Dawn. Wind blows through the trees as curtain rises. Pehr on.
PEHR. So this is the forest, whither my thoughts have so often flown
through the clear air, and this is the snow! Now I want to throw
snowballs, as I've seen school boys do. It is supposed to be something
uncommonly amusing. [He takes up some snow and casts a few
snowballs.] H-m! That's not so wonderful! Once again--I think it
almost stupid.
But what is it that plays up in the tree tops? The wind--Ah, it sounds
rather well. Zoo, zoo, zoo! But one grows sleepy if one listens to that
long. Zoo, zoo, zoo! Now it sounds like the gnats on a summer's
evening. Strange how short everything is out here in Nature! The
dullness in the tower--that was long! Now it's not at all pretty or
amusing. [Sees