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STEINDOR. Now it is free! (Supports Ingolf. The rope is once more
pulled so violently, that it is drawn through Ingolf's hands right
up to the knot. He holds on to the rope beyond the knot as for
life, while they are both dragged further forward.)
STEINDOR (frightened). You must let go of the rope. That's all you
can do. It is better that she falls alone, than that she drag both
of us with her. You must let go. Or I'll let go.
INGOLF (looking directly at him). Let go, then, you coward!
STEINDOR. Why did you want me to untie the rope, if you intend to
make her drag you down?
INGOLF (with icy calmness). Have you courage to hold me while I
try to get up? (Gets up.)
STEINDOR (still supporting him). She is probably exhausted, now.
INGOLF (starts to pull the rope up. He is bare-headed, his hat is
lying on the edge; his hair is wet with perspiration, which
trickles down on his face. The very shape of his head seems
strangely altered.) Leave me, Steindor, I am through with you.
STEINDOR. I won't stand here idle, and see you dragged into the
chasm.
INGOLF. Get out of my sight, do you hear? Or you'll see what's in
store for you.
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