Short Plays for Young PeopleJames Plaisted Webber, Hanson Hart Webster Houghton Mifflin, 1925 - 231 psl. |
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... O night with hue so black ! O night , which ever art when day is not ! O night , O night ! alack , alack , alack ! I fear my Thisbe's promise is forgot ! And thou , O wall ! thou sweet and lovely PYRAMUS AND THISBE 117.
... O night with hue so black ! O night , which ever art when day is not ! O night , O night ! alack , alack , alack ! I fear my Thisbe's promise is forgot ! And thou , O wall ! thou sweet and lovely PYRAMUS AND THISBE 117.
118 psl.
James Plaisted Webber, Hanson Hart Webster. And thou , O wall ! thou sweet and lovely wall ! That stands between her father's ground and mine ; Thou wall , O wall ! O sweet and lovely wall , Show me thy chink , to blink through with mine ...
James Plaisted Webber, Hanson Hart Webster. And thou , O wall ! thou sweet and lovely wall ! That stands between her father's ground and mine ; Thou wall , O wall ! O sweet and lovely wall , Show me thy chink , to blink through with mine ...
119 psl.
James Plaisted Webber, Hanson Hart Webster. PYRAMUS . Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straight- way ? THISBE . ' Tide life , ' tide death , I come without delay ! [ Exit Pyramus , R. , Thisbe , L. ] WALL . Thus have I , Wall , my part ...
James Plaisted Webber, Hanson Hart Webster. PYRAMUS . Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straight- way ? THISBE . ' Tide life , ' tide death , I come without delay ! [ Exit Pyramus , R. , Thisbe , L. ] WALL . Thus have I , Wall , my part ...
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... thou lions frame ? Since lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear : Which is no , no which was the fairest dame , --- That liv'd , that lov'd , that lik'd , that look'd with cheer . Come , tears , confound Out , sword , and wound The pap ...
... thou lions frame ? Since lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear : Which is no , no which was the fairest dame , --- That liv'd , that lov'd , that lik'd , that look'd with cheer . Come , tears , confound Out , sword , and wound The pap ...
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... thou to a merry adventure ? Take thou a friar's gown from our chest of garments , and I will don a beggar's rags . Then let us wander forth and see what doth befall us . [ Little John rises and stretches . ] mind let us be off . LITTLE ...
... thou to a merry adventure ? Take thou a friar's gown from our chest of garments , and I will don a beggar's rags . Then let us wander forth and see what doth befall us . [ Little John rises and stretches . ] mind let us be off . LITTLE ...
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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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