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Solness.

Yes, take them—take them by all means! They are lying there on the table.

Ragnar. [Goes to the table.] Thanks.

Hilda.

[Puts her hand on the portfolio.] No, no; leave them here.

Solness.

Why?

Hilda. Because I want to look at them, too.

Solness.

But you have been—— [To Ragnar.] Well, leave them here, then.

Ragnar. Very well.

Solness.

And go home at once to your father.

Ragnar.

Yes, I suppose I must.

Solness.

[As if in desperation.] Ragnar—you must not ask me to do what is beyond my power! Do you hear, Ragnar? You must not!