MRS. ALVING. I, who gave you life!
OSWALD. I never asked you for life. And what sort of a life have you given me? I will not have it! You shall take it back again!
MRS. ALVING. Help! Help! [She runs out into the hall.]
OSWALD. [Going after her.] Do not leave me! Where are you going?
MRS. ALVING. [In the hall.] To fetch the doctor, Oswald! Let me pass!
OSWALD. [Also outside.] You shall not go out. And no one shall come in. [The locking of a door is heard.]
MRS. ALVING. [Comes in again.] Oswald! Oswald—my child!
OSWALD. [Follows her.] Have you a mother's heart for me—and yet can see me suffer from this unutterable dread?
MRS. ALVING. [After a moment's silence, commands herself, and says:] Here is my hand upon it.
OSWALD. Will you—?