Act III

(SCENE.—The editorial office of the "People's Messenger." The

entrance door is on the left-hand side of the back wall; on the

right-hand side is another door with glass panels through which

the printing room can be seen. Another door in the right-hand

wall. In the middle of the room is a large table covered with

papers, newspapers and books. In the foreground on the left a

window, before which stands a desk and a high stool. There are a

couple of easy chairs by the table, and other chairs standing

along the wall. The room is dingy and uncomfortable; the

furniture is old, the chairs stained and torn. In the printing

room the compositors are seen at work, and a printer is working a

handpress. HOVSTAD is sitting at the desk, writing. BILLING

comes in from the right with DR. STOCKMANN'S manuscript in his

hand.)

Billing. Well, I must say!

Hovstad (still writing). Have you read it through?

Billing (laying the MS. on the desk). Yes, indeed I have.

Hovstad. Don't you think the Doctor hits them pretty hard?

Billing. Hard? Bless my soul, he's crushing! Every word falls

like—how shall I put it?—like the blow of a sledgehammer.

Hovstad. Yes, but they are not the people to throw up the sponge

at the first blow.

Billing. That is true; and for that reason we must strike blow

upon blow until the whole of this aristocracy tumbles to pieces.

As I sat in there reading this, I almost seemed to see a

revolution in being.

Hovstad (turning round). Hush!—Speak so that Aslaksen cannot

hear you.

Billing (lowering his voice). Aslaksen is a chicken-hearted chap,

a coward; there is nothing of the man in him. But this time you

will insist on your own way, won't you? You will put the Doctor's

article in?

Hovstad. Yes, and if the Mayor doesn't like it—

Billing. That will be the devil of a nuisance.

Hovstad. Well, fortunately we can turn the situation to good

account, whatever happens. If the Mayor will not fall in with the

Doctor's project, he will have all the small tradesmen down on

him—the whole of the Householders' Association and the rest of

them. And if he does fall in with it, he will fall out with the

whole crowd of large shareholders in the Baths, who up to now

have been his most valuable supporters—

Billing. Yes, because they will certainly have to fork out a

pretty penny—

Hovstad. Yes, you may be sure they will. And in this way the ring

will be broken up, you see, and then in every issue of the paper

we will enlighten the public on the Mayor's incapability on one

point and another, and make it clear that all the positions of

trust in the town, the whole control of municipal affairs, ought

to be put in the hands of the Liberals.

Billing. That is perfectly true! I see it coming—I see it

coming; we are on the threshold of a revolution!

(A knock is heard at the door.)

Hovstad. Hush! (Calls out.) Come in! (DR. STOCKMANN comes in by

the street door. HOVSTAD goes to meet him.) Ah, it is you,

Doctor! Well?

Dr. Stockmann. You may set to work and print it, Mr. Hovstad!

Hovstad. Has it come to that, then?

Billing. Hurrah!

Dr. Stockmann. Yes, print away. Undoubtedly it has come to that.

Now they must take what they get. There is going to be a fight in

the town, Mr. Billing!

Billing. War to the knife, I hope! We will get our knives to

their throats, Doctor!

Dr. Stockmann. This article is only a beginning. I have already

got four or five more sketched out in my head. Where is Aslaksen?

Billing (calls into the printing-room). Aslaksen, just come here

for a minute!

Hovstad. Four or five more articles, did you say? On the same

subject?

Dr. Stockmann. No—far from it, my dear fellow. No, they are

about quite another matter. But they all spring from the question

of the water supply and the drainage. One thing leads to another,

you know. It is like beginning to pull down an old house,

exactly.

Billing. Upon my soul, it's true; you find you are not done till

you have pulled all the old rubbish down.

Aslaksen (coming in). Pulled down? You are not thinking of

pulling down the Baths surely, Doctor?

Hovstad. Far from it, don't be afraid.

Dr. Stockmann. No, we meant something quite different. Well, what

do you think of my article, Mr. Hovstad?

Hovstad. I think it is simply a masterpiece.

Dr. Stockmann. Do you really think so? Well, I am very pleased,

very pleased.

Hovstad. It is so clear and intelligible. One need have no

special knowledge to understand the bearing of it. You will have

every enlightened man on your side.

Aslaksen. And every prudent man too, I hope?

Billing. The prudent and the imprudent—almost the whole town.

Aslaksen. In that case we may venture to print it.

Dr. Stockmann. I should think so!

Hovstad. We will put it in tomorrow morning.

Dr. Stockmann. Of course—you must not lose a single day. What I

wanted to ask you, Mr. Aslaksen, was if you would supervise the

printing of it yourself.

Aslaksen. With pleasure.

Dr. Stockmann. Take care of it as if it were a treasure! No

misprints—every word is important. I will look in again a little

later; perhaps you will be able to let me see a proof. I can't

tell you how eager I am to see it in print, and see it burst upon

the public—

Billing. Burst upon them—yes, like a flash of lightning!

Dr. Stockmann.—and to have it submitted to the judgment of my

intelligent fellow townsmen. You cannot imagine what I have gone

through today. I have been threatened first with one thing and

then with another; they have tried to rob me of my most

elementary rights as a man—

Billing. What! Your rights as a man!

Dr. Stockmann.—they have tried to degrade me, to make a coward

of me, to force me to put personal interests before my most

sacred convictions.

Billing. That is too much—I'm damned if it isn't.

Hovstad. Oh, you mustn't be surprised at anything from that

quarter.

Dr. Stockmann. Well, they will get the worst of it with me; they

may assure themselves of that. I shall consider the "People's

Messenger" my sheet-anchor now, and every single day I will

bombard them with one article after another, like bombshells—

Aslaksen. Yes, but

Billing. Hurrah!—it is war, it is war!

Dr. Stockmann. I shall smite them to the ground—I shall crush

them—I shall break down all their defenses, before the eyes of

the honest public! That is what I shall do!

Aslaksen, Yes, but in moderation, Doctor—proceed with

moderation.

Billing. Not a bit of it, not a bit of it! Don't spare the

dynamite!

Dr. Stockmann. Because it is not merely a question of water-

supply and drains now, you know. No—it is the whole of our

social life that we have got to purify and disinfect—

Billing. Spoken like a deliverer!

Dr. Stockmann. All the incapables must be turned out, you

understand—and that in every walk of life! Endless vistas have

opened themselves to my mind's eye today. I cannot see it all

quite clearly yet, but I shall in time. Young and vigorous

standard-bearers—those are what we need and must seek, my

friends; we must have new men in command at all our outposts.

Billing. Hear hear!

Dr. Stockmann. We only need to stand by one another, and it will

all be perfectly easy. The revolution will be launched like a

ship that runs smoothly off the stocks. Don't you think so?

Hovstad. For my part I think we have now a prospect of getting

the municipal authority into the hands where it should lie.

Aslaksen. And if only we proceed with moderation, I cannot

imagine that there will be any risk.

Dr. Stockmann. Who the devil cares whether there is any risk or

not! What I am doing, I am doing in the name of truth and for the

sake of my conscience.

Hovstad. You are a man who deserves to be supported, Doctor.

Aslaksen. Yes, there is no denying that the Doctor is a true

friend to the town—a real friend to the community, that he is.

Billing. Take my word for it, Aslaksen, Dr. Stockmann is a friend

of the people.

Aslaksen. I fancy the Householders' Association will make use of

that expression before long.

Dr. Stockmann (affected, grasps their hands). Thank you, thank

you, my dear staunch friends. It is very refreshing to me to hear

you say that; my brother called me something quite different. By

Jove, he shall have it back, with interest! But now I must be off

to see a poor devil—I will come back, as I said. Keep a very

careful eye on the manuscript, Aslaksen, and don't for worlds

leave out any of my notes of exclamation! Rather put one or two

more in! Capital, capital! Well, good-bye for the present—

goodbye, goodbye!

(They show him to the door, and bow him out.)

Hovstad. He may prove an invaluably useful man to us.

Aslaksen. Yes, so long as he confines himself to this matter of

the Baths. But if he goes farther afield, I don't think it would

be advisable to follow him.

Hovstad. Hm!—that all depends-

Billing. You are so infernally timid, Aslaksen!

Aslaksen. Timid? Yes, when it is a question of the local

authorities, I am timid, Mr. Billing; it is a lesson I have

learned in the school of experience, let me tell you. But try me

in higher politics, in matters that concern the government

itself, and then see if I am timid.

Billing. No, you aren't, I admit. But this is simply

contradicting yourself.

Aslaksen. I am a man with a conscience, and that is the whole

matter. If you attack the government, you don't do the community

any harm, anyway; those fellows pay no attention to attacks, you

see—they go on just as they are, in spite of them. But local

authorities are different; they can be turned out, and then

perhaps you may get an ignorant lot into office who may do

irreparable harm to the householders and everybody else.

Hovstad. But what of the education of citizens by self

government—don't you attach any importance to that?

Aslaksen. When a man has interests of his own to protect, he

cannot think of everything, Mr. Hovstad.

Hovstad. Then I hope I shall never have interests of my own to

protect!

Billing. Hear, hear!

Aslaksen (with a smile). Hm! (Points to the desk.) Mr. Sheriff

Stensgaard was your predecessor at that editorial desk.

Billing (spitting). Bah! That turncoat.

Hovstad. I am not a weathercock—and never will be.

Aslaksen. A politician should never be too certain of anything,

Mr. Hovstad. And as for you, Mr. Billing, I should think it is

time for you to be taking in a reef or two in your sails, seeing

that you are applying for the post of secretary to the Bench.

Billing. I—!

Hovstad. Are you, Billing?

Billing. Well, yes—but you must clearly understand I am only

doing it to annoy the bigwigs.

Aslaksen. Anyhow, it is no business of mine. But if I am to be

accused of timidity and of inconsistency in my principles, this

is what I want to point out: my political past is an open book. I

have never changed, except perhaps to become a little more

moderate, you see. My heart is still with the people; but I don't

deny that my reason has a certain bias towards the authorities—

the local ones, I mean. (Goes into the printing room.)

Billing. Oughtn't we to try and get rid of him, Hovstad?

Hovstad. Do you know anyone else who will advance the money for

our paper and printing bill?

Billing. It is an infernal nuisance that we don't possess some

capital to trade on.

Hovstad (sitting down at his desk). Yes, if we only had that,

then—

Billing. Suppose you were to apply to Dr. Stockmann?

Hovstad (turning over some papers). What is the use? He has got

nothing.

Billing. No, but he has got a warm man in the background, old

Morten Kiil—"the Badger," as they call him.

Hovstad (writing). Are you so sure he has got anything?

Billing. Good Lord, of course he has! And some of it must come to

the Stockmanns. Most probably he will do something for the

children, at all events.

Hovstad (turning half round). Are you counting on that?

Billing. Counting on it? Of course I am not counting on anything.

Hovstad. That is right. And I should not count on the

secretaryship to the Bench either, if I were you; for I can

assure you—you won't get it.

Billing. Do you think I am not quite aware of that? My object is

precisely not to get it. A slight of that kind stimulates a man's

fighting power—it is like getting a supply of fresh bile—and I

am sure one needs that badly enough in a hole-and-corner place

like this, where it is so seldom anything happens to stir one up.

Hovstad (writing). Quite so, quite so.

Billing. Ah, I shall be heard of yet!—Now I shall go and write

the appeal to the Householders' Association. (Goes into the room

on the right.)

Hovstad (sitting al his desk, biting his penholder, says slowly).

Hm!—that's it, is it. (A knock is heard.) Come in! (PETRA comes

in by the outer door. HOVSTAD gets up.) What, you!—here?

Petra. Yes, you must forgive me—

Hovstad (pulling a chair forward). Won't you sit down?

Petra. No, thank you; I must go again in a moment.

Hovstad. Have you come with a message from your father, by any

chance?

Petra. No, I have come on my own account. (Takes a book out of

her coat pocket.) Here is the English story.

Hovstad. Why have you brought it back?

Petra. Because I am not going to translate it.

Hovstad. But you promised me faithfully.

Petra. Yes, but then I had not read it, I don't suppose you have

read it either?

Hovstad. No, you know quite well I don't understand English;

but—

Petra. Quite so. That is why I wanted to tell you that you must

find something else. (Lays the book on the table.) You can't use

this for the "People's Messenger."

Hovstad. Why not?

Petra. Because it conflicts with all your opinions.

Hovstad. Oh, for that matter—

Petra. You don't understand me. The burden of this story is that

there is a supernatural power that looks after the so-called good

people in this world and makes everything happen for the best in

their case—while all the so-called bad people are punished.

Hovstad. Well, but that is all right. That is just what our

readers want.

Petra. And are you going to be the one to give it to them? For

myself, I do not believe a word of it. You know quite well that

things do not happen so in reality.

Hovstad. You are perfectly right; but an editor cannot always act

as he would prefer. He is often obliged to bow to the wishes of

the public in unimportant matters. Politics are the most

important thing in life—for a newspaper, anyway; and if I want

to carry my public with me on the path that leads to liberty and

progress, I must not frighten them away. If they find a moral

tale of this sort in the serial at the bottom of the page, they

will be all the more ready to read what is printed above it; they

feel more secure, as it were.

Petra. For shame! You would never go and set a snare like that

for your readers; you are not a spider!

Hovstad (smiling). Thank you for having such a good opinion of

me. No; as a matter of fact that is Billing's idea and not mine.

Petra. Billing's!

Hovstad. Yes; anyway, he propounded that theory here one day. And

it is Billing who is so anxious to have that story in the paper;

I don't know anything about the book.

Petra. But how can Billing, with his emancipated views—

Hovstad. Oh, Billing is a many-sided man. He is applying for the

post of secretary to the Bench, too, I hear.

Petra. I don't believe it, Mr. Hovstad. How could he possibly

bring himself to do such a thing?

Hovstad. Ah, you must ask him that.

Petra. I should never have thought it of him.

Hovstad (looking more closely at her). No? Does it really

surprise you so much?

Petra. Yes. Or perhaps not altogether. Really, I don't quite know

Hovstad. We journalists are not much worth, Miss Stockmann.

Petra. Do you really mean that?

Hovstad. I think so sometimes.

Petra. Yes, in the ordinary affairs of everyday life, perhaps; I

can understand that. But now, when you have taken a weighty

matter in hand—

Hovstad. This matter of your father's, you mean?

Petra. Exactly. It seems to me that now you must feel you are a

man worth more than most.

Hovstad. Yes, today I do feel something of that sort.

Petra. Of course you do, don't you? It is a splendid vocation you

have chosen—to smooth the way for the march of unappreciated

truths, and new and courageous lines of thought. If it were

nothing more than because you stand fearlessly in the open and

take up the cause of an injured man—

Hovstad. Especially when that injured man is—ahem!—I don't

rightly know how to—

Petra. When that man is so upright and so honest, you mean?

Hovstad (more gently). Especially when he is your father I meant.

Petra (suddenly checked). That?

Hovstad. Yes, Petra—Miss Petra.

Petra. Is it that, that is first and foremost with you? Not the

matter itself? Not the truth?—not my father's big generous

heart?

Hovstad. Certainly—of course—that too.

Petra. No, thank you; you have betrayed yourself, Mr. Hovstad,

and now I shall never trust you again in anything.

Hovstad. Can you really take it so amiss in me that it is mostly

for your sake—?

Petra. What I am angry with you for, is for not having been

honest with my father. You talked to him as if the truth and the

good of the community were what lay nearest to your heart. You

have made fools of both my father and me. You are not the man you

made yourself out to be. And that I shall never forgive you-

never!

Hovstad. You ought not to speak so bitterly, Miss Petra—least of

all now.

Petra. Why not now, especially?

Hovstad. Because your father cannot do without my help.

Petra (looking him up and down). Are you that sort of man too?

For shame!

Hovstad. No, no, I am not. This came upon me so unexpectedly—you

must believe that.

Petra. I know what to believe. Goodbye.

Aslaksen (coming from the printing room, hurriedly and with an

air of mystery). Damnation, Hovstad!—(Sees PETRA.) Oh, this is

awkward—

Petra. There is the book; you must give it to some one else.

(Goes towards the door.)

Hovstad (following her). But, Miss Stockmann—

Petra. Goodbye. (Goes out.)

Aslaksen. I say—Mr, Hovstad—

Hovstad. Well well!—what is it?

Aslaksen. The Mayor is outside in the printing room.

Hovstad. The Mayor, did you say?

Aslaksen. Yes he wants to speak to you. He came in by the back

door—didn't want to be seen, you understand.

Hovstad. What can he want? Wait a bit—I will go myself. (Goes to

the door of the printing room, opens it, bows and invites PETER

STOCKMANN in.) Just see, Aslaksen, that no one—

Aslaksen. Quite so. (Goes into the printing-room.)

Peter Stockmann. You did not expect to see me here, Mr. Hovstad?

Hovstad. No, I confess I did not.

Peter Stockmann (looking round). You are very snug in here—very

nice indeed.

Hovstad. Oh—

Peter Stockmann. And here I come, without any notice, to take up

your time!

Hovstad. By all means, Mr. Mayor. I am at your service. But let

me relieve you of your—(takes STOCKMANN's hat and stick and puts

them on a chair). Won't you sit down?

Peter Stockmann (sitting down by the table). Thank you. (HOVSTAD

sits down.) I have had an extremely annoying experience to-day,

Mr. Hovstad.

Hovstad. Really? Ah well, I expect with all the various business

you have to attend to—

Peter Stockmann. The Medical Officer of the Baths is responsible

for what happened today.

Hovstad. Indeed? The Doctor?

Peter Stockmann. He has addressed a kind of report to the Baths

Committee on the subject of certain supposed defects in the

Baths.

Hovstad. Has he indeed?

Peter Stockmann. Yes—has he not told you? I thought he said—

Hovstad. Ah, yes—it is true he did mention something about—

Aslaksen (coming from the printing-room). I ought to have that

copy.

Hovstad (angrily). Ahem!—there it is on the desk.

Aslaksen (taking it). Right.

Peter Stockmann. But look there—that is the thing I was speaking

of!

Aslaksen. Yes, that is the Doctor's article, Mr. Mayor.

Hovstad. Oh, is THAT what you were speaking about?

Peter Stockmann. Yes, that is it. What do you think of it?

Hovstad. Oh, I am only a layman—and I have only taken a very

cursory glance at it.

Peter Stockmann. But you are going to print it?

Hovstad. I cannot very well refuse a distinguished man.

Aslaksen. I have nothing to do with editing the paper, Mr.

Mayor—

Peter Stockmann. I understand.

Aslaksen. I merely print what is put into my hands.

Peter Stockmann. Quite so.

Aslaksen. And so I must—(moves off towards the printing-room).

Peter Stockmann. No, but wait a moment, Mr. Aslaksen. You will

allow me, Mr. Hovstad?

Hovstad. If you please, Mr. Mayor.

Peter Stockmann. You are a discreet and thoughtful man, Mr.

Aslaksen.

Aslaksen. I am delighted to hear you think so, sir.

Peter Stockmann. And a man of very considerable influence.

Aslaksen. Chiefly among the small tradesmen, sir.

Peter Stockmann. The small tax-payers are the majority—here as

everywhere else.

Aslaksen. That is true.

Peter Stockmann. And I have no doubt you know the general trend

of opinion among them, don't you?

Aslaksen. Yes I think I may say I do, Mr. Mayor.

Peter Stockmann. Yes. Well, since there is such a praiseworthy

spirit of self-sacrifice among the less wealthy citizens of our

town—

Aslaksen. What?

Hovstad. Self-sacrifice?

Peter Stockmann. It is pleasing evidence of a public-spirited

feeling, extremely pleasing evidence. I might almost say I hardly

expected it. But you have a closer knowledge of public opinion

than I.

Aslaksen. But, Mr. Mayor-

Peter Stockmann. And indeed it is no small sacrifice that the

town is going to make.

Hovstad. The town?

Aslaksen. But I don't understand. Is it the Baths—?

Peter Stockmann. At a provisional estimate, the alterations that

the Medical Officer asserts to be desirable will cost somewhere

about twenty thousand pounds.

Aslaksen. That is a lot of money, but—

Peter Stockmann. Of course it will be necessary to raise a

municipal loan.

Hovstad (getting up). Surely you never mean that the town must

pay—?

Aslaksen. Do you mean that it must come out of the municipal

funds?—out of the ill-filled pockets of the small tradesmen?

Peter Stockmann. Well, my dear Mr. Aslaksen, where else is the

money to come from?

Aslaksen. The gentlemen who own the Baths ought to provide that.

Peter Stockmann. The proprietors of the Baths are not in a

position to incur any further expense.

Aslaksen. Is that absolutely certain, Mr. Mayor?

Peter Stockmann. I have satisfied myself that it is so. If the

town wants these very extensive alterations, it will have to pay

for them.

Aslaksen. But, damn it all—I beg your pardon—this is quite

another matter, Mr, Hovstad!

Hovstad. It is, indeed.

Peter Stockmann. The most fatal part of it is that we shall be

obliged to shut the Baths for a couple of years.

Hovstad. Shut them? Shut them altogether?

Aslaksen. For two years?

Peter Stockmann. Yes, the work will take as long as that—at

least.

Aslaksen. I'm damned if we will stand that, Mr. Mayor! What are

we householders to live upon in the meantime?

Peter Stockmann. Unfortunately, that is an extremely difficult

question to answer, Mr. Aslaksen. But what would you have us do?

Do you suppose we shall have a single visitor in the town, if we

go about proclaiming that our water is polluted, that we are

living over a plague spot, that the entire town—

Aslaksen. And the whole thing is merely imagination?

Peter Stockmann. With the best will in the world, I have not been

able to come to any other conclusion.

Aslaksen. Well then I must say it is absolutely unjustifiable of

Dr. Stockmann—I beg your pardon, Mr. Mayor.

Peter Stockmann. What you say is lamentably true, Mr. Aslaksen.

My brother has unfortunately always been a headstrong man.

Aslaksen. After this, do you mean to give him your support, Mr.

Hovstad?

Hovstad. Can you suppose for a moment that I—?

Peter Stockmann. I have drawn up a short resume of the situation

as it appears from a reasonable man's point of view. In it I have

indicated how certain possible defects might suitably be remedied

without outrunning the resources of the Baths Committee.

Hovstad. Have you got it with you, Mr. Mayor?

Peter Stockmann (fumbling in his pocket). Yes, I brought it with

me in case you should—

Aslaksen. Good Lord, there he is!

Peter Stockmann. Who? My brother?

Hovstad. Where? Where?

Aslaksen. He has just gone through the printing room.

Peter Stockmann. How unlucky! I don't want to meet him here, and

I had still several things to speak to you about.

Hovstad (pointing to the door on the right). Go in there for the

present.

Peter Stockmann. But—?

Hovstad. You will only find Billing in there.

Aslaksen. Quick, quick, Mr. Mayor—he is just coming.

Peter Stockmann. Yes, very well; but see that you get rid of him

quickly. (Goes out through the door on the right, which ASLAKSEN

opens for him and shuts after him.)

Hovstad. Pretend to be doing something, Aslaksen. (Sits down and

writes. ASLAKSEN begins foraging among a heap of newspapers that

are lying on a chair.)

Dr. Stockmann (coming in from the printing room). Here I am

again. (Puts down his hat and stick.)

Hovstad (writing). Already, Doctor? Hurry up with what we were

speaking about, Aslaksen. We are very pressed for time today.

Dr. Stockmann (to ASLAKSEN). No proof for me to see yet, I hear.

Aslaksen (without turning round). You couldn't expect it yet,

Doctor.

Dr. Stockmann. No, no; but I am impatient, as you can understand.

I shall not know a moment's peace of mind until I see it in

print.

Hovstad. Hm!—It will take a good while yet, won't it, Aslaksen?

Aslaksen. Yes, I am almost afraid it will.

Dr. Stockmann. All right, my dear friends; I will come back. I do

not mind coming back twice if necessary. A matter of such great

importance—the welfare of the town at stake—it is no time to

shirk trouble, (is just going, but stops and comes back.) Look

here—there is one thing more I want to speak to you about.

Hovstad. Excuse me, but could it not wait till some other time?

Dr. Stockmann. I can tell you in half a dozen words. It is only

this. When my article is read tomorrow and it is realised that I

have been quietly working the whole winter for the welfare of the

town—

Hovstad. Yes but, Doctor—

Dr. Stockmann. I know what you are going to say. You don't see

how on earth it was any more than my duty—my obvious duty as a

citizen. Of course it wasn't; I know that as well as you. But my

fellow citizens, you know—! Good Lord, think of all the good

souls who think so highly of me—!

Aslaksen. Yes, our townsfolk have had a very high opinion of you

so far, Doctor.

Dr. Stockmann. Yes, and that is just why I am afraid they—.

Well, this is the point; when this reaches them, especially the

poorer classes, and sounds in their ears like a summons to take

the town's affairs into their own hands for the future...

Hovstad (getting up). Ahem I Doctor, I won't conceal from you the

fact—

Dr. Stockmann. Ah I—I knew there was something in the wind! But

I won't hear a word of it. If anything of that sort is being set

on foot—

Hovstad. Of what sort?

Dr. Stockmann. Well, whatever it is—whether it is a

demonstration in my honour, or a banquet, or a subscription list

for some presentation to me—whatever it is, you most promise me

solemnly and faithfully to put a stop to it. You too, Mr.

Aslaksen; do you understand?

Hovstad. You must forgive me, Doctor, but sooner or later we must

tell you the plain truth—

(He is interrupted by the entrance Of MRS. STOCKMANN, who comes

in from the street door.)

Mrs. Stockmann (seeing her husband). Just as I thought!

Hovstad (going towards her). You too, Mrs. Stockmann?

Dr. Stockmann. What on earth do you want here, Katherine?

Mrs. Stockmann. I should think you know very well what I want.

Hovstad, Won't you sit down? Or perhaps—

Mrs. Stockmann. No, thank you; don't trouble. And you must not be

offended at my coming to fetch my husband; I am the mother of

three children, you know.

Dr. Stockmann. Nonsense!—we know all about that.

Mrs. Stockmann. Well, one would not give you credit for much

thought for your wife and children today; if you had had that,

you would not have gone and dragged us all into misfortune.

Dr. Stockmann. Are you out of your senses, Katherine! Because a

man has a wife and children, is he not to he allowed to proclaim

the truth-is he not to be allowed to be an actively useful

citizen—is he not to be allowed to do a service to his native

town!

Mrs. Stockmann. Yes, Thomas—in reason.

Aslaksen. Just what I say. Moderation in everything.

Mrs. Stockmann. And that is why you wrong us, Mr. Hovstad, in

enticing my husband away from his home and making a dupe of him

in all this.

Hovstad. I certainly am making a dupe of no one—

Dr. Stockmann. Making a dupe of me! Do you suppose I should allow

myself to be duped!

Mrs. Stockmann. It is just what you do. I know quite well you

have more brains than anyone in the town, but you are extremely

easily duped, Thomas. (To Hovstad.) Please do realise that he

loses his post at the Baths if you print what he has written.

Aslaksen. What!

Hovstad. Look here, Doctor!

Dr. Stockmann (laughing). Ha-ha!—just let them try! No, no—they

will take good care not to. I have got the compact majority

behind me, let me tell you!

Mrs. Stockmann. Yes, that is just the worst of it—your having

any such horrid thing behind you.

Dr. Stockmann. Rubbish, Katherine!—Go home and look after your

house and leave me to look after the community. How can you be so

afraid, when I am so confident and happy? (Walks up and down,

rubbing his hands.) Truth and the People will win the fight, you

may be certain! I see the whole of the broad-minded middle class

marching like a victorious army—! (Stops beside a chair.) What

the deuce is that lying there?

Aslaksen Good Lord!

Hovstad. Ahem!

Dr. Stockmann. Here we have the topmost pinnacle of authority!

(Takes the Mayor's official hat carefully between his finger-tips

and holds it up in the air.)

Mrs. Stockmann. The Mayor's hat!

Dr. Stockmann. And here is the staff of office too. How in the

name of all that's wonderful—?

Hovstad. Well, you see—

Dr. Stockmann. Oh, I understand. He has been here trying to talk

you over. Ha-ha!—he made rather a mistake there! And as soon as

he caught sight of me in the printing room. (Bursts out

laughing.) Did he run away, Mr. Aslaksen?

Aslaksen (hurriedly). Yes, he ran away, Doctor.

Dr. Stockmann. Ran away without his stick or his—. Fiddlesticks!

Peter doesn't run away and leave his belongings behind him. But

what the deuce have you done with him? Ah!—in there, of course.

Now you shall see, Katherine!

Mrs. Stockmann. Thomas—please don't—!

Aslaksen. Don't be rash, Doctor.

(DR. STOCKMANN has put on the Mayor's hat and taken his stick in

his hand. He goes up to the door, opens it, and stands with his

hand to his hat at the salute. PETER STOCKMANN comes in, red with

anger. BILLING follows him.)

Peter Stockmann. What does this tomfoolery mean?

Dr. Stockmann. Be respectful, my good Peter. I am the chief

authority in the town now. (Walks up and down.)

Mrs. Stockmann (almost in tears). Really, Thomas!

Peter Stockmann (following him about). Give me my hat and stick.

Dr. Stockmann (in the same tone as before). If you are chief

constable, let me tell you that I am the Mayor—I am the master

of the whole town, please understand!

Peter Stockmann. Take off my hat, I tell you. Remember it is part

of an official uniform.

Dr. Stockmann. Pooh! Do you think the newly awakened lionhearted

people are going to be frightened by an official hat? There is

going to be a revolution in the town tomorrow, let me tell you.

You thought you could turn me out; but now I shall turn you out—

turn you out of all your various offices. Do you think I cannot?

Listen to me. I have triumphant social forces behind me. Hovstad

and Billing will thunder in the "People's Messenger," and

Aslaksen will take the field at the head of the whole

Householders' Association—

Aslaksen. That I won't, Doctor.

Dr. Stockmann. Of course you will—

Peter Stockmann. Ah!—may I ask then if Mr. Hovstad intends to

join this agitation?

Hovstad. No, Mr. Mayor.

Aslaksen. No, Mr. Hovstad is not such a fool as to go and ruin

his paper and himself for the sake of an imaginary grievance.

Dr. Stockmann (looking round him). What does this mean?

Hovstad. You have represented your case in a false light, Doctor,

and therefore I am unable to give you my support.

Billing. And after what the Mayor was so kind as to tell me just

now, I—

Dr. Stockmann. A false light! Leave that part of it to me. Only

print my article; I am quite capable of defending it.

Hovstad. I am not going to print it. I cannot and will not and

dare not print it.

Dr. Stockmann. You dare not? What nonsense!—you are the editor;

and an editor controls his paper, I suppose!

Aslaksen. No, it is the subscribers, Doctor.

Peter Stockmann. Fortunately, yes.

Aslaksen. It is public opinion—the enlightened public—

householders and people of that kind; they control the

newspapers.

Dr. Stockmann (composedly). And I have all these influences

against me?

Aslaksen. Yes, you have. It would mean the absolute ruin of the

community if your article were to appear.

Dr. Stockmann. Indeed.

Peter Stockmann. My hat and stick, if you please. (DR. STOCKMANN

takes off the hat and lays it on the table with the stick. PETER

STOCKMANN takes them up.) Your authority as mayor has come to an

untimely end.

Dr. Stockmann. We have not got to the end yet. (To HOVSTAD.) Then

it is quite impossible for you to print my article in the

"People's Messenger"?

Hovstad. Quite impossible—out of regard for your family as well.

Mrs. Stockmann. You need not concern yourself about his family,

thank you, Mr. Hovstad.