Short Plays for Young PeopleJames Plaisted Webber, Hanson Hart Webster Houghton Mifflin, 1925 - 231 psl. |
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... MILO , the Abbot of the Monastery of Auvergne AMIAS , AMBROSE , brothers of the Monastery TANCRED , a novice in the Monastery and , unknown to himself , the only son of Richard the Lion - Hearted EUDO DE SAINT POL , Count of Flanders ...
... MILO , the Abbot of the Monastery of Auvergne AMIAS , AMBROSE , brothers of the Monastery TANCRED , a novice in the Monastery and , unknown to himself , the only son of Richard the Lion - Hearted EUDO DE SAINT POL , Count of Flanders ...
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... MILO [ spelling with difficulty ] . " Thence moved he south- ward into Aquitaine towards Saint Bedes . There he was met by " - heh , what the plague — " M - o - n - t , " my sight dims . [ He looks toward the fire . ] Brother Am- brose ...
... MILO [ spelling with difficulty ] . " Thence moved he south- ward into Aquitaine towards Saint Bedes . There he was met by " - heh , what the plague — " M - o - n - t , " my sight dims . [ He looks toward the fire . ] Brother Am- brose ...
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... MILO [ kindly ] . Nay , nay , sit here . Thou shalt sup with me this night . TANCRED [ delighted ] . That hath a good sound . MILO . Boy , boy ! Think not so much of sustenance . Meat and drink are passing things . TANCRED . That be ...
... MILO [ kindly ] . Nay , nay , sit here . Thou shalt sup with me this night . TANCRED [ delighted ] . That hath a good sound . MILO . Boy , boy ! Think not so much of sustenance . Meat and drink are passing things . TANCRED . That be ...
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... MILO [ disapprovingly ] . Silence ! [ The Abbot pours milk from an earthenware jug over the boy's porridge and then ... MILO . Was it very cold out ? TANCRED . Was it ? There were icicles hanging to my ears when I came in . MILO ...
... MILO [ disapprovingly ] . Silence ! [ The Abbot pours milk from an earthenware jug over the boy's porridge and then ... MILO . Was it very cold out ? TANCRED . Was it ? There were icicles hanging to my ears when I came in . MILO ...
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James Plaisted Webber, Hanson Hart Webster. MILO . God protect thee , my son . Listen now while I speak of thy blood and kin . [ The boy interested , leans on his elbow on the table watching Father Milo . ] MILO . Ten winters ago , my ...
James Plaisted Webber, Hanson Hart Webster. MILO . God protect thee , my son . Listen now while I speak of thy blood and kin . [ The boy interested , leans on his elbow on the table watching Father Milo . ] MILO . Ten winters ago , my ...
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Alan-a-Dale ANTOINE BABETTE BARELLE BESSIE BETSY BOBBY bows Capet chair CHILD CHORUS comes CURTAIN dear Deborah Deborah Read door duck ELIZABETH Emperor Enter EUDO eyes FANNY FAT FRIAR father fire fool FRANKLIN FRIAR TUCK girl give Go to sleep goes GYPSY WOMAN hand head heard Home Sweet Home JACK-IN-THE-BOX Jeanne Marie JUGGLER KING RICHARD kiss LADY laugh Lee Mee Little John LONG FO looks LORD MARGARET MARIAN MARSH MASKED DOLL MILO Mother never night NURSE OSWALD palace PENROSE PETER PETERKIN Pierrette PIERROT poor Poor Richard's Almanac porridge PRINCESS Property Pyramus Quack RIGBY Robert ROBIN HOOD RUBBER DOG SAILOR DOLL SAINT DOROTHY SALLY Scarlet Schwellenberg SECOND THIEF sing sits SMOLLETT STAMBOUL stands TANCRED tell thee THEOPHILUS there's THIRD WOMAN Thisbe thou wall WIGGINS window WING LEE WOODEN SOLDIER
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