Short Plays for Young PeopleJames Plaisted Webber, Hanson Hart Webster Houghton Mifflin, 1925 - 231 psl. |
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17 psl.
... never , never going away . Maybe I'll dream that Mother has everything she wants . Maybe I'll dream that everything's going to be all right - all right ! BOBBY . Of course everything's all right . It's got to be all right ; it's ...
... never , never going away . Maybe I'll dream that Mother has everything she wants . Maybe I'll dream that everything's going to be all right - all right ! BOBBY . Of course everything's all right . It's got to be all right ; it's ...
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... , old bag of wind ! THE FRENCH DOLL [ surveying the sign sadly ] . “ Bargain- counter ! " Me — on ze bargain - counter ! Never before has zat happen to any of my family ! - THE WOODEN SOLDIER . The Old Guard dies , but THE TOY SHOP 23.
... , old bag of wind ! THE FRENCH DOLL [ surveying the sign sadly ] . “ Bargain- counter ! " Me — on ze bargain - counter ! Never before has zat happen to any of my family ! - THE WOODEN SOLDIER . The Old Guard dies , but THE TOY SHOP 23.
24 psl.
... Never ! THE PIERROT . You could forget . THE MASKED DOLL . Never ! Never ! What I have been through in these years ! What I have suffered , my child and I ! Perhaps you can forget ; you have nothing to forget . You don't have to work ...
... Never ! THE PIERROT . You could forget . THE MASKED DOLL . Never ! Never ! What I have been through in these years ! What I have suffered , my child and I ! Perhaps you can forget ; you have nothing to forget . You don't have to work ...
26 psl.
... never let her cross the street alone ! [ She turns pathetically to the bystanders . ] Can't you help me ? Can't any of you help me ? THE DOLLS [ all speaking at once ] . She's lost her child ! The poor woman ! Oh , the poor woman ! THE ...
... never let her cross the street alone ! [ She turns pathetically to the bystanders . ] Can't you help me ? Can't any of you help me ? THE DOLLS [ all speaking at once ] . She's lost her child ! The poor woman ! Oh , the poor woman ! THE ...
35 psl.
... never go back on my word , but I don't see what you want to save a girl for . They're so useless . WING LEE . Quick ! Don't talk any more . coming back . Which is the girl ? The nurse is LONG FO [ lifting up the doll with the jade beads ] ...
... never go back on my word , but I don't see what you want to save a girl for . They're so useless . WING LEE . Quick ! Don't talk any more . coming back . Which is the girl ? The nurse is LONG FO [ lifting up the doll with the jade beads ] ...
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
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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