LLA RENTHEIM.
But where will you go, then?

BORKMAN.
I will simply go on, and on, and on. I will try if I cannot
make my way to freedom, and life, and human beings again. Will
you go with me, Ella?

ELLA RENTHEIM.
I? Now?

BORKMAN.
Yes, at once!

ELLA RENTHEIM.
But how far?

BORKMAN.
As far as ever I can.

ELLA RENTHEIM.
Oh, but think what you are doing! Out in this raw, cold winter
night----

BORKMAN.
[Speaking very hoarsely.] Oho--my lady is concerned about her
health? Yes, yes--I know it is delicate.

ELLA RENTHEIM.
It is your health I am concerned about.

BORKMAN.
Hohoho! A dead man's health! I can't help laughing at you,
Ella! [He moves onwards.

ELLA RENTHEIM.
[Following him: holding him back.] What did you call yourself?

BORKMAN.
A dead man, I said. Don't you remember, Gunhild told me to lie
quiet where I was?

ELLA RENTHEIM.
[With resolution, throwing her cloak around her.] I will go
with you, John.

BORKMAN.
Yes, we two belong to each other, Ella. [Advancing.] So come!

[They have gradually passed into the low wood on the left.
It conceals them little by little, until they are quite
lost to sight. The house and the open space disappear.
The landscape, consisting of wooded slopes and ridges,
slowly changes and grows wilder and wilder.

ELLA RENTHEIM's VOICE.
[Is heard in the wood to the right.] Where are we going, John?
I don't recognise this place.

BORKMAN's VOICE.
[Higher up.] Just follow my footprints in the snow!

ELLA RENTHEIM's VOICE.
But why need we climb so high?

BORKMAN's VOICE.
[Nearer at hand.] We must go up the winding path.

ELLA RENTHEIM.
[Still hidden.] Oh, but I can't go much further.

BORKMAN.
[On the verge of the wood to the right.] Come, come! We are
not far from the view now. There used to be a seat there.

ELLA RENTHEIM.
[Appearing among the trees.] Do you remember it?

BORKMAN.
You can rest there.

[They have emerged upon a small high-lying, open plateau in
the wood. The mountain rises abruptly behind them. To
the left, far below, an extensive fiord landscape, with
high ranges in the distance, towering one above the other.
On the plateau, to the left, a dead fir-tree with a bench
under it. The snow lies deep upon the plateau.

[BORKMAN and, after him, ELLA RENTHEIM enter from the right