from the dead and rotten past, which spreads darkness and oppression where there should be nothing but buoyancy and light. We must lay that Spectre; down with it!
The Crowd.
Hurrah! Hurrah for the Seventeenth of May!
Thora.
Come away, father!
The Chamberlain.
What the deuce does he mean by a spectre? Who is he talking about, Doctor?
Fieldbo.
[Quickly.] Oh, it's about
[Whispers a word or two.
The Chamberlain.
Aha! So that's it!
Thora.
[Softly to Fieldbo.] Thanks!
Stensgård.
If no one else will crush the dragon, I will! But we must hold together, boys!
Many Voices.
Yes! yes!
Stensgård.
We are young! The time belongs to us; but we also belong to the time. Our right is our duty! Elbow-room for faculty, for will, for power! Listen to me! We must form a League. The money-bag has ceased to rule among us!
