Short Plays for Young PeopleJames Plaisted Webber, Hanson Hart Webster Houghton Mifflin, 1925 - 231 psl. |
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14 psl.
... Wait and see ! Maybe you'll find her in your Christmas stocking ! " BOBBY [ interrupting ] . Say , you don't believe in Santa Claus , do you ? BETSY . ' Course I do ! BOBBY . Huh ! [ He pauses . ] Go on ! BETSY . Well , Mother said ...
... Wait and see ! Maybe you'll find her in your Christmas stocking ! " BOBBY [ interrupting ] . Say , you don't believe in Santa Claus , do you ? BETSY . ' Course I do ! BOBBY . Huh ! [ He pauses . ] Go on ! BETSY . Well , Mother said ...
15 psl.
... Wait and see . " He's not like that ! He just says , " Righto , old fellow , " and there you are ! 99 BETSY [ sighing ] . It must be nice to have a father like that . BOBBY . What's your father like ? BETSY . I don't know ; I don't ...
... Wait and see . " He's not like that ! He just says , " Righto , old fellow , " and there you are ! 99 BETSY [ sighing ] . It must be nice to have a father like that . BOBBY . What's your father like ? BETSY . I don't know ; I don't ...
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... waiting for one of those cannon - balls to come and knock me down . They sold all the cannon - balls , but they didn't sell me . THE PIERROT . Pierrot and Pierrette ! Pierrette has gone to sit on a mantelpiece on Christmas Day , and ...
... waiting for one of those cannon - balls to come and knock me down . They sold all the cannon - balls , but they didn't sell me . THE PIERROT . Pierrot and Pierrette ! Pierrette has gone to sit on a mantelpiece on Christmas Day , and ...
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... Wait a minute ! Wait till I find the key ! ANOTHER . Can't you hurry ? For Heaven's sake , hurry ! THE MAN AT THE DOOR . I've got it ! [ The door flies open . Two men , Dad ( who looks strangely like the Pierrot ) and the Shopkeeper ...
... Wait a minute ! Wait till I find the key ! ANOTHER . Can't you hurry ? For Heaven's sake , hurry ! THE MAN AT THE DOOR . I've got it ! [ The door flies open . Two men , Dad ( who looks strangely like the Pierrot ) and the Shopkeeper ...
31 psl.
... waiting behind the curtains with their make - up on and they are very anx- ious to begin so I shall be brief . [ The orchestra plays a few notes , stopped by the Chorus raising his hand . ] The name of our play is " The Stolen Prince ...
... waiting behind the curtains with their make - up on and they are very anx- ious to begin so I shall be brief . [ The orchestra plays a few notes , stopped by the Chorus raising his hand . ] The name of our play is " The Stolen Prince ...
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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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17 psl. - Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep ; If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take ; And this I ask for Jesus
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69 psl. - Once at the Angelus (Ere I was dead), Angels all glorious Came to my Bed; Angels in blue and white Crowned on the head." M. VIEUXBOIS [drowsily]. "She was an Angel" . . . "Once she laughed" . . . What, was I dreaming? Where's the draught? BABETTE [showing the empty cup]. The draught, M'sieu'?
145 psl. - Here will I sit and wait, While to my ear from uplands far away The bleating of the folded flocks is borne; With distant cries of reapers in the corn — All the live murmur of a summer's day.
69 psl. - One was the Friend I left Stark in the Snow; One was the Wife that died Long, — long ago; One was the Love I lost — How could she know ? " M. VIEUXBOIS {murmuring} Ah PAUL! . . . old PAUL! . . . EULALIE, too! And ROSE . . . And O! "the sky so blue!
69 psl. - Ah! I am old — and I forget. Was the place growing green, Babette? Babette. But of a greenness — yes, M'sieu' ! And then the sky so blue — so blue! And when I dropped my immortelle, How the birds sang! (Lifting her apron to her eyes.) This poor Ma'am'selle!
119 psl. - Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you that the lanthorn is the moon ; I, the man i' the moon ; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush ; and this dog, my dog.
227 psl. - Be brave, your Majesty, as she was brave. A man on horseback told me what she said. She said: ' I was a Queen and you dethroned me. I was a wife and you have killed my husband. I was a mother and you tear my children Away from me. Only my blood is left. Make haste to shed it. And be satisfied.
82 psl. - Travelling Man. Will you give me a bit of that dough to bring with me ? I have gone a long time fasting. Mother. It is not often in the year I make bread like this. There are a few cold potatoes on the dresser, are they not good enough for you ? There is many a one would be glad to get them. Travelling Man. Whatever you will give me, I will take it. Mother (going to the dresser for the potatoes and looking at the shelves). What in the earthly world has happened all the delf ? Where are the jugs gone...
68 psl. - M'sieu' speaks So loud he won't be well for weeks ! M. VIEUXBOIS Where have you been ? BABETTE Why, M'sieu' knows: — April ! — Ville-d'Avray ! — Ma'am 'selle Rose ! M. VIEUXBOIS Ah ! I am old, — and I forget. Was the place growing green, Babette? BABETTE But of a greenness ! — yes, M'sieu...