Short Plays for Young PeopleJames Plaisted Webber, Hanson Hart Webster Houghton Mifflin, 1925 - 231 psl. |
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... tummy . I was made to belong to a little master , and to be bathed once a day . Instead of that I'm here - on dry land ! It's awful- Woof ! THE SAILOR DOLL [ caressing the Rubber Dog sympathetically ] THE TOY SHOP 19.
... tummy . I was made to belong to a little master , and to be bathed once a day . Instead of that I'm here - on dry land ! It's awful- Woof ! THE SAILOR DOLL [ caressing the Rubber Dog sympathetically ] THE TOY SHOP 19.
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... master o ' the house , an ' do ' e say to gi'e us a bite o ' sup an ' a bed . [ Jan , by reason of the door , can say not a word . He merely stares at them . ] THE FIRST THIEF . A bed wi ' cov'rin's an ' all . THE SECOND THIEF . An ' a ...
... master o ' the house , an ' do ' e say to gi'e us a bite o ' sup an ' a bed . [ Jan , by reason of the door , can say not a word . He merely stares at them . ] THE FIRST THIEF . A bed wi ' cov'rin's an ' all . THE SECOND THIEF . An ' a ...
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... . ] PETER . Hulloa ! a forester it is , bur oo's none Sir Harry's . Good morrow , Master Forester : t ' day ' as dawned leaden an ' a ' . [ Lady jumps up with a cry . ] LADY . Oh , Robin , Robin , I am THE WRAGGLE - TAGGLE GYPSIES 113.
... . ] PETER . Hulloa ! a forester it is , bur oo's none Sir Harry's . Good morrow , Master Forester : t ' day ' as dawned leaden an ' a ' . [ Lady jumps up with a cry . ] LADY . Oh , Robin , Robin , I am THE WRAGGLE - TAGGLE GYPSIES 113.
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... Master ! THEOPHILUS . What is it o'clock ? PETERKIN . Dinner time , master . THEOPHILUS . I asked you not the time , fool , but the hour . PETERKIN . And I told you , sir , according to my means , than which no man can do more . Do you ...
... Master ! THEOPHILUS . What is it o'clock ? PETERKIN . Dinner time , master . THEOPHILUS . I asked you not the time , fool , but the hour . PETERKIN . And I told you , sir , according to my means , than which no man can do more . Do you ...
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... master , and sing with more skill than the thrush , with more sense than the nightingale , and with more sweetness than the magpie ? THEOPHILUS . Because the nightingale would outdo me in skill , the thrush in sweetness , and the pie in ...
... master , and sing with more skill than the thrush , with more sense than the nightingale , and with more sweetness than the magpie ? THEOPHILUS . Because the nightingale would outdo me in skill , the thrush in sweetness , and the pie in ...
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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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