to the verge of death. But now I have awakened. I have come to myself. A whole life lies before me yet. I can see it awaiting me, radiant and quickening. And you—you shall see it too.
Mrs. Borkman.
[Raising her hand.] Never dream of life again! Lie quiet where you are.
Ella Rentheim.
[Shocked.] Gunhild! Gunhild, how can you!
Mrs. Borkman.
[Not listening to her.] I will raise the monument over your grave.
Borkman.
The pillar of shame, I suppose you mean?
Mrs. Borkman.
[With increasing excitement.] Oh, no, it shall be no pillar of metal or stone. And no one shall be suffered to carve any scornful legend on the monument I shall raise. There shall be, as it were, a quickset hedge of trees and bushes, close, close around your tomb. They shall hide away all the darkness that has been. The eyes of men and the thoughts of men shall no longer dwell on John Gabriel Borkman!
Borkman.
[Hoarsely and cuttingly.] And this labour of love you will perform?
