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id: 13879
title: The Death of Balder
author: Ewald, Johannes
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  Both are armed--THOR with his hammer, and BALDER with spear and sword. Now, Balder, hear my word, and fly from Nanna! Shall wonder at thy grief, and pity Balder! What holds thee here, where thou canst hope for nothing? Know, son of Odin, thou whom reason, friendship, But then, most likely thou wilt pity Balder, Yes, thou noble youth, and love thee! Shall I mistrust thee, then--shall I, thy Hother? Thou lovest then thy half-god. HOTHER (will rush towards BALDER, but NANNA makes every effort to prevent Canst thou wish Nanna to abandon Hother? Believe thy Balder, Nanna! press thou thy breast unto this bosom, "Behold," I cried, "thy spear, thou crafty Rota! Wert thou a god, I''d still have none but Hother! And dip thy spear in blood, thou son of Odin! BALDER, HOTHER, NANNA. BALDER, HOTHER, NANNA. NANNA, daughter of Gevar, beloved by Hother, and by Balder, son of Odin,


id: 5749
title: Comedies by Holberg : Jeppe of the Hill, The Political Tinker, Erasmus Montanus
author: Holberg, Ludvig
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  Holberg made the vehicle of profound delineation of character Dr. Georg Brandes says of Jeppe, "All that we should like to know of a man to let his patrons force themselves to drink more than is good and Jeppe bursts into tears.] Oh, can a man hear things like that in Why, Eric, such things happen every day: people throw away learned man, who spends his days and nights in reading political until they think of it, we shall wait a long time. The good ladies must not let the time seem long. Now, you shall see, good people, if a man who had been twenty good man preaches fine sermons here in the village and can talk Do you know, Peer, my son is coming home to-day or We shall hear to-day what the deacon is good for. Come, let us go--you may be sure, my good


id: 42022
title: Jeppe on the Hill; Or, The Transformed Peasant: A Comedy in Five Acts
author: Holberg, Ludvig
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  and my good old Jeppe dressed down until he became quite awake again. =Jeppe= (cautiously)--Have you put Master Erik away, Nille? Jeppe drinks; why, I never got so many poundings in the ten years I was =Jeppe=--Good morning, Jakob Skomager. =Jakob= (comes with a glass and drinks Jeppe''s health). =Jakob=--Here''s the drink, Jeppe, but the money first. =Jeppe=--I s''pose you can trust me while I drink, as the old saying goes. =Jakob=--We don''t care for any old sayings here, Jeppe! =Jeppe=--The best thing about whiskey is that it gives a man such spirit. that I am Jeppe on the Hill; I certainly know that I am a poor peasant, grandfather, Jeppe on the Hill, my wife''s name is Nille, her switch, =Jeppe=--Is the wicked Nille not my wife? =Jeppe=--You know very well yourselves what wine I am used to drinking in =Jeppe=--Ah, my gracious judge, I should gladly be hanged, if that lawyer


