A Doll’s House

by: Henrik Ibsen

Act Three

1

When I lost you, it was just as though all solid ground had been swept from under my feet. Look at me. Now I’m a shipwrecked man, clinging to a spar.

2

He was so much a part of our life. I can’t realize that he’s gone. His suffering and loneliness seemed to provide a kind of dark background to the happy sunlight of our marriage. Well, perhaps it’s best this way.

3

I ought to have guessed that something of this sort would happen. I should have foreseen it. All your father’s recklessness and instability – be quiet! – I repeat, all your father’s recklessness and instability he has handed on to you! No religion, no morals, no sense of duty! Oh, how I have been punished for closing my eyes to his faults! I did it for your sake. And now you reward me like this.