Short Plays for Young PeopleJames Plaisted Webber, Hanson Hart Webster Houghton Mifflin, 1925 - 231 psl. |
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... Robert Louis Stevenson 137 THE LITTLE BOY OUT OF THE WOOD Kathleen Conyngham Greene 142 Plays Based on History and Tradition THE LEGEND OF SAINT DOROTHY Georgiana Goddard King 148 IN THE GOOD GREEN WOOD THE LION'S WHELP BENJAMIN ...
... Robert Louis Stevenson 137 THE LITTLE BOY OUT OF THE WOOD Kathleen Conyngham Greene 142 Plays Based on History and Tradition THE LEGEND OF SAINT DOROTHY Georgiana Goddard King 148 IN THE GOOD GREEN WOOD THE LION'S WHELP BENJAMIN ...
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... her head and muttering , " Happy , for vhy happy ? " Fanny curtsies very low as Mrs. Schwellenberg walks away , then follows her out of the room . ] CURTAIN JOHN SILVER OFF DUTY1 BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON LONG JOHN 136 MISS BURNEY AT COURT.
... her head and muttering , " Happy , for vhy happy ? " Fanny curtsies very low as Mrs. Schwellenberg walks away , then follows her out of the room . ] CURTAIN JOHN SILVER OFF DUTY1 BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON LONG JOHN 136 MISS BURNEY AT COURT.
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... Stevenson's publishers , Charles Scribner's Sons . Correspondence in regard to performances of this play should be addressed to Hanson Hart Webster , 2 Park Street , Boston . 4 angry with me in earnest . I'm on'y a Robert Louis Stevenson.
... Stevenson's publishers , Charles Scribner's Sons . Correspondence in regard to performances of this play should be addressed to Hanson Hart Webster , 2 Park Street , Boston . 4 angry with me in earnest . I'm on'y a Robert Louis Stevenson.
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... ROBERT , a boy TIME : The morning of October 16 , 1793 . SCENE : In the Temple at Paris : a room in which is imprisoned Louis XVII , the Boy - King of France , under the tutelage of Antoine Simon and his wife , Jeanne Marie . Behind a ...
... ROBERT , a boy TIME : The morning of October 16 , 1793 . SCENE : In the Temple at Paris : a room in which is imprisoned Louis XVII , the Boy - King of France , under the tutelage of Antoine Simon and his wife , Jeanne Marie . Behind a ...
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... Robert , the washerwoman's boy , To stay a little while and play with you ? THE KING . O Master , let me send her my canaries ? ANTOINE . Sit down . We're going to celebrate . Three [ Jeanne Marie brings the glasses . ] glasses ! THE ...
... Robert , the washerwoman's boy , To stay a little while and play with you ? THE KING . O Master , let me send her my canaries ? ANTOINE . Sit down . We're going to celebrate . Three [ Jeanne Marie brings the glasses . ] glasses ! THE ...
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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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