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+<div class="transnote">
+<h3>Transcriber's note</h3>
+<p>Minor punctuation errors have been changed without notice. A printer
+error has been changed, and it is indicated with
+a <a class="correction" title="like this" href="#tnotes">mouse-hover</a>
+and listed at the
+<a href="#tnotes">end of this book</a>.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h1>DRAMATIC READER<br />
+FOR LOWER GRADES<br /><br />
+BY<br /><br />
+FLORENCE HOLBROOK</h1>
+
+<p><br /><br /></p>
+
+<p class="fm2">NEW YORK CINCINNATI CHICAGO<br />
+AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY</p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p class="fm4"><span class="smcap">Copyright</span>, 1911,<br />
+<br />
+<span class="smcap">By</span> FLORENCE HOLBROOK.<br />
+<br />
+<span class="smcap">Entered at Stationers' Hall, London.</span><br />
+<br />
+HOLBROOK'S DRAMATIC READER.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h2><a name="TO_THE_CHILDREN" id="TO_THE_CHILDREN"></a>TO THE CHILDREN</h2>
+
+
+<p>These little plays&mdash;well-known stories done into dialogue&mdash;were written
+for children who like to imagine themselves living with their favorite
+characters in forest, in palace, or in fairyland.</p>
+
+<p>It is hoped that you will enjoy these old friends in their new dress
+almost as well as you loved them in the old. When you read the words of
+bird or tree or prince or child, try to speak with the voice and manner
+which you think that character would use. Thus you will make the reading
+a joy to yourselves and a great satisfaction to your hearers.</p>
+
+<p>To try to put oneself in the place of another is very good training for
+the imagination. It also teaches us to be more
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span>kind to others and to
+all living creatures. We learn that most persons are striving to do
+better and to be better, and we grow in understanding and sympathy.</p>
+
+<p>May these little plays help you to the enjoyment of the great dramas
+which you will read when you are older.</p>
+
+<p class="author">FLORENCE HOLBROOK</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS</h2>
+
+
+<table summary="CONTENTS">
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">&nbsp;</td>
+<td class="tdr">PAGE</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Little Red Riding-Hood</span></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Goldilocks, or the Three Bears</span></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Bird with the Broken Wing</span></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Cornelia and her Jewels</span></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Cinderella</span></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Pied Piper</span></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Mother Goose's Party</span></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_65">65</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Little Two-Eyes</span></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_83">83</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Days of the Week</span></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_100">100</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">H&auml;nsel and Gretel</span></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_107">107</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">King Alfred</span></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_125">125</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Robin Hood and the Sad Knight</span></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_139">139</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">William Tell</span></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_152">152</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Time and the Seasons</span></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_162">162</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Gingerbread Man</span></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_170">170</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Good Fairy</span></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_178">178</a></td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h2><a name="A_DRAMATIC_READER" id="A_DRAMATIC_READER"></a>A DRAMATIC READER</h2>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="LITTLE_RED_RIDING-HOOD" id="LITTLE_RED_RIDING-HOOD"></a>LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD</h2>
+
+<p class="fm3">PERSONS IN THE PLAY&mdash;<span class="smcap">Little Red Riding-Hood</span>, <span class="smcap">Mother</span>, <span class="smcap">Bird</span>, <span class="smcap">Wolf</span>, <span class="smcap">Miller</span>,
+<span class="smcap">Grandmother</span></p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>&mdash;<i>At Red Riding-Hood's Home</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> Would you like to go to grandmother's to-day, my child? The
+sun is bright and the air is warm and pleasant.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Red Riding-Hood.</i> Yes, mother, you know I always like to visit
+dear grandmamma.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> Then you may go. You may carry your little basket, and I'll
+put some honey and a jar of butter in it for grandma.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Red Riding-Hood.</i> Oh, that will be a nice present for her! And
+may I take her some flowers?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> Yes, dear child. Gather some of those you like best.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span><i>Little Red Riding-Hood.</i> Here they are, mother&mdash;roses and pansies!
+Aren't they pretty?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> Very pretty and sweet. Now put on your little red cloak and
+take the basket. Be very careful as you pass through the wood, and go
+directly to grandma's house.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Red Riding-Hood.</i> Yes, dear mother. Nothing will harm me. All
+the birds and animals love me and I love them.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> Good-by, little daughter. Give me a kiss and take my love to
+dear grandmother.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Red Riding-Hood.</i> Good-by, mamma: good-by!</p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>&mdash;<i>In the Wood</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Little Red Riding-Hood (singing).</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Good morning, merry sunshine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How did you come so soon?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You chase the little stars away<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And shine away the moon.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I saw you go to sleep last night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before I ceased my playing.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How did you get 'way over there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And where have you been staying?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>How pretty it is here in the wood! Oh, what a lovely bed of moss! You
+must come with me, pretty green moss, to grandma's house. Good morning,
+pretty bird: will you sing to me this morning?</p>
+
+<p><i>Bird.</i> Yes, little Red Riding-Hood. I will sing to you because you love
+all the birds and can understand my song. Soon I'll show you my little
+birds who are just big enough to fly.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Red Riding-Hood.</i> Thank you, dear bird, I shall be glad to see
+the cunning little things. But now I must hurry to grandmother's with
+the butter and the honey. Good-by!</p>
+
+<p><i>Bird.</i> Good-by, little friend! Chirp, chirp; chirp, chirp!</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span><i>Little Red Riding-Hood.</i> Now the little bird has flown away. I must put
+this moss in my basket and then hurry along&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><i>Wolf.</i> Ugh, ugh!</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Red Riding-Hood.</i> Oh! how you frightened me, Mister Wolf! Where
+did you come from?</p>
+
+<p><i>Wolf.</i> From my pretty cave, far, far in the dark wood, little girl.
+What is your name?</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Red Riding-Hood.</i> Why, don't you know me? I'm little Red
+Riding-Hood.</p>
+
+<p><i>Wolf.</i> I'm a stranger in this place, little girl; but I shall know you
+the next time I see you&mdash;ugh, ugh! What have you in your pretty basket,
+little Red Riding-Hood? It smells like honey.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Red Riding-Hood.</i> It <i>is</i> honey, Mr. Wolf. I am taking it to my
+dear grandmother.</p>
+
+<p><i>Wolf.</i> Are you all alone in the wood, my child? Isn't your mother with
+you? Aren't you afraid?</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 435px;">
+<img src="images/gray011.jpg" width="435" height="520" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><i>Little Red Riding-Hood.</i> Afraid? no, indeed! Why should I be afraid?
+All the animals are my friends.</p>
+
+<p><i>Wolf.</i> Oh, yes, of course they are all<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span> your friends! But is it far to
+your grandmother's house?</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Red Riding-Hood.</i> No, Mr. Wolf, only about half a mile. You go
+down this path to the mill and then turn to the right, and the first
+house you come to is my grandmother's. It's a little red house.</p>
+
+<p><i>Wolf.</i> Oh, that is very easy to find! But I know a shorter way through
+the wood. Let us run a race and see who will get there first.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Red Riding-Hood.</i> All right, Mr. Wolf. Good-by!</p>
+
+<p><i>Wolf.</i> Ugh, ugh; good-by!</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Red Riding-Hood.</i> How fast he runs! I know he will win the race.
+How surprised dear grandma will be when Mr. Wolf knocks at the door! Now
+I see the mill. I will sing the pretty mill song we learned in school
+the other day.</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>Begins to sing, then stops suddenly.</i>]</p>
+
+<p>Oh, there is the miller. Good morning, Mr. Miller! Have you seen Mr.
+Wolf go by?</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span><i>Miller.</i> No, little Red Riding-Hood. Have you seen a wolf in the wood?</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Red Riding-Hood.</i> Yes, Mr. Miller, and he said he would race
+with me to my grandmother's house.</p>
+
+<p><i>Miller.</i> My dear child, I will call the men who are chopping trees in
+the forest and they will catch Mr. Wolf. He is no friend of ours, and
+you must not talk with him, for he is cruel and will do you harm.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Red Riding-Hood.</i> Will he? Then I will never say another word to
+him. But I must hurry on to dear grandmother's.</p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene III.</span>&mdash;<i>Grandmother's House</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Little Red Riding-Hood.</i> Here I am at the door; I will knock. May I
+come in, dear grandmother?</p>
+
+<p><i>Wolf</i> (<i>in the house</i>). Open the latch and walk in.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Red Riding-Hood.</i> Here I am, dear grandmother! I am so glad the
+bad wolf<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span> did not get here first. Are you so sick you must stay in bed?
+See the nice butter and honey that mother sent you. And see the pretty
+flowers I've brought you.</p>
+
+<p><i>Wolf.</i> Thank you, my child.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Red Riding-Hood.</i> How rough your voice is, grandmother!</p>
+
+<p><i>Wolf.</i> That's because I've such a bad cold.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Red Riding-Hood.</i> But how bright your eyes are, grandmother!</p>
+
+<p><i>Wolf.</i> The better to see you, my child.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Red Riding-Hood.</i> How long your arms are, grandmother!</p>
+
+<p><i>Wolf.</i> The better to hold you, my child.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Red Riding-Hood.</i> And how big your teeth are, grandmother!</p>
+
+<p><i>Wolf.</i> The better to eat you&mdash;ugh! ugh!</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>The miller and the wood choppers rush in.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>Mr. Miller.</i> Here's an end to you, Mr. Wolf! These men with their axes
+will stop your cruel deeds.</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>The wolf runs out, followed by the men.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figright" style="width: 297px;">
+<img src="images/gray015.jpg" width="297" height="450" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>Come, little Red Riding-Hood, don't be afraid. The wolf can't harm you
+now. Here is your grandmother, who has just come home from the village.
+She will take care of you.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Red Riding-Hood.</i> Dear grandmother! I thought that the wolf was
+you.</p>
+
+<p><i>Grandmother.</i> Darling little Red Riding-Hood! How glad I am that you
+are safe. Now you must stay with me till your mother comes, and we will
+tell her how the brave men saved you and me from the hungry wolf. Won't
+she be glad to see her little Red Riding-Hood again?</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h2><a name="GOLDILOCKS_OR_THE_THREE_BEARS" id="GOLDILOCKS_OR_THE_THREE_BEARS"></a>GOLDILOCKS, OR THE THREE BEARS</h2>
+
+<p class="fm3">PERSONS IN THE PLAY&mdash;<span class="smcap">Goldilocks</span>, <span class="smcap">the Dollie</span>, <span class="smcap">Father Bear</span>, <span class="smcap">Mother Bear</span>,
+<span class="smcap">Baby Bear</span></p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>&mdash;<i>Goldilocks in the Garden with her Doll</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Goldilocks.</i> O dear! I do wish mother would come home. I am going to
+meet her. She told me not to go out of the garden lest I should get
+lost; but if I keep in the road, I <i>can't</i> get lost! Come, Dollie, you
+and I will go just a little way to meet mamma.</p>
+
+<p>How warm it is in the sunshine! I think we shall go into the shady wood
+a little while. Let us pick some of these pretty flowers to make a
+wreath&mdash;won't mother be surprised when I show her all these flowers.
+Here is a lovely red one; and here's another like a daisy.</p>
+
+<p>How dark it is here! I cannot see the road. I wonder if I'm lost! O
+mamma,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span> mamma! I'm afraid. Dear Dollie, I'm glad you are with me.</p>
+
+<p><i>Dollie.</i> But I'm afraid, too!</p>
+
+<p><i>Goldilocks.</i> Please, dear Dollie, don't be afraid. Why, there's nothing
+to be afraid of&mdash;oh!</p>
+
+<p><i>Dollie.</i> What is the matter, Goldilocks?</p>
+
+<p><i>Goldilocks.</i> Look, what is that?</p>
+
+<p><i>Dollie.</i> I don't see anything.</p>
+
+<p><i>Goldilocks.</i> I thought I saw a bear.</p>
+
+<p><i>Dollie.</i> Well, I hope not. I don't like bears.</p>
+
+<p><i>Goldilocks.</i> But there is a little house. Isn't it a funny little
+house? I wonder who lives there!</p>
+
+<p><i>Dollie.</i> Dear Goldilocks, please, don't you think we'd better go home?
+I don't like strange little houses in the wood.</p>
+
+<p><i>Goldilocks.</i> Perhaps a kind fairy lives there who will show us the way
+home.</p>
+
+<p><i>Dollie.</i> Yes, or perhaps she is the Gingerbread Witch who will turn us
+into gingerbread for her supper!</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span><i>Goldilocks.</i> Don't say such uncomfortable things, Dollie. She couldn't
+turn you into gingerbread, anyway.</p>
+
+<p><i>Dollie.</i> Well, I know I'm made of sawdust, but she might make mush of
+me for breakfast!</p>
+
+<p><i>Goldilocks.</i> I know you're fooling now, dear Dollie. Let's look in the
+window. I don't see anyone. I'll knock at the door. No one answers.
+Come, Dollie, we'll open the door and walk in. How nice and warm it is.
+There is a good fire in the kitchen stove.</p>
+
+<p><i>Dollie.</i> Yes, and I smell something good to eat.</p>
+
+<p><i>Goldilocks.</i> Here it is on the table&mdash;what pretty bowls&mdash;one, two,
+three! I'll taste the porridge in the big bowl first. O Dollie, it is
+too hot! I burned my mouth.</p>
+
+<p><i>Dollie.</i> Try the next bowl. Perhaps the porridge in the middle-sized
+bowl is not so hot.</p>
+
+<p><i>Goldilocks.</i> No, indeed, it isn't; but it is too cold.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span><i>Dollie.</i> Aren't you hard to please? I'm so hungry I could eat anything.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 575px;">
+<img src="images/gray019.jpg" width="575" height="521" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><i>Goldilocks.</i> Now this in the little bowl is just right. Sit down,
+Dollie, and we'll eat it all up.</p>
+
+<p><i>Dollie.</i> Do you think it is very polite for us to eat it all?</p>
+
+<p><i>Goldilocks.</i> You should have spoken of that before. It is too late now
+when it is<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span> all gone. Come, let us go into the parlor.</p>
+
+<p><i>Dollie.</i> Don't you think we'd better go home?</p>
+
+<p><i>Goldilocks.</i> How can we when I don't know the way? I'm tired, and I
+think I'll rest awhile in this nice big rocking-chair. But it's too
+high; I can't get into it.</p>
+
+<p><i>Dollie.</i> Don't move it out of its place.</p>
+
+<p><i>Goldilocks.</i> Never mind! I'll try the middle-sized chair. I don't like
+this, it is too low.</p>
+
+<p><i>Dollie.</i> Well, Goldilocks, you must not put chairs out of their places!</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 329px;">
+<img src="images/gray020.jpg" width="329" height="450" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><i>Goldilocks.</i> Oh, it won't hurt them. Now let us try this pretty little
+chair. Come, Dollie, I'll sing you a song:</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i20">Rock-a-bye, Dollie, in the treetop,<br /></span>
+<span class="i20">When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i20">When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i20">And down will come Dollie, cradle and all!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>Chair breaks.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>Dollie.</i> Well, something broke then!</p>
+
+<p><i>Goldilocks.</i> Yes, the cradle and all came down that time. Dear, O dear!
+I wish I hadn't rocked you so hard. I wish I hadn't run away!
+[<i>Crying.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>Dollie.</i> Don't cry, dear Goldilocks. Let us see what we can find in the
+next room. Perhaps some one is in there who will take us to your dear
+mother.</p>
+
+<p><i>Goldilocks.</i> O Dollie! I'm a naughty girl not to mind my mother. If I'd
+only stayed at home in the garden!</p>
+
+<p><i>Dollie.</i> Oh, see the big bed!</p>
+
+<p><i>Goldilocks.</i> I'm so tired I believe I'll climb in and go to sleep. But
+I don't like it. This big bed is too hard.</p>
+
+<p><i>Dollie.</i> And this middle-sized one is too soft.</p>
+
+<p><i>Goldilocks.</i> But this little one is <i>just right</i>.
+Go&mdash;to&mdash;sleep&mdash;Dollie&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span></p>
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>&mdash;<i>The Bear Family in the Wood</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Father Bear.</i> Well, little son, aren't you about ready to go home?</p>
+
+<p><i>Sonny Bear.</i> Oh, no, father! Let me play just a little longer. Here are
+such good places to hide in the shady wood.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Bear.</i> No, dear little sonny, we must go home now. It is getting
+late. It's time for you to have your supper and go to bed.</p>
+
+<p><i>Sonny Bear.</i> All right, mother dear. I believe I am hungry, and your
+porridge is always so good.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Bear.</i> Most children like porridge. Perhaps you can have a nice
+red apple, too.</p>
+
+<p><i>Sonny Bear.</i> Oh, goody! Little sonny bears always like apples, don't
+they, papa?</p>
+
+<p><i>Father Bear.</i> Yes, my dear. Mother, let me take your knitting basket.
+What are you making now?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Bear.</i> A warm cap for sonny. Isn't it pretty?</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span><i>Father Bear.</i> Very pretty, and he should be very glad he has such a
+good mother.</p>
+
+<p><i>Sonny Bear.</i> She <i>is</i> a good mother, and you are a very good father,
+too.</p>
+
+<p><i>Father Bear.</i> Well, here we are at home again. But the door is open.
+I'm certain I closed it when we went away. Who has been here?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Bear.</i> Let us take off our wraps and have our tea.</p>
+
+<p><i>Father Bear.</i> Why, somebody has been tasting my porridge.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Bear.</i> What? Let me see! Some one has left a spoon in my
+porridge, too.</p>
+
+<p><i>Sonny Bear.</i> Oh, mamma! Look at my bowl! Some one has eaten my porridge
+all up.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Bear.</i> Never mind, sonny boy, you may have some of mine. But I
+wonder who has been here. Let us go into the parlor and see if anyone is
+there.</p>
+
+<p><i>Father Bear</i>. Who's been moving my chair?</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span><i>Mother Bear.</i> Some one has been sitting in my chair!</p>
+
+<p><i>Sonny Bear.</i> Look, mother! Some one has been rocking in my chair and
+broken it all to pieces! O dear! my nice little chair!</p>
+
+<p><i>Father Bear.</i> Never mind, Sonny Bear; don't cry. I'll buy you another
+chair at Mr. Wolf's store to-morrow.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Bear.</i> And now it is time for us to go to bed. Our little son is
+tired and sleepy.</p>
+
+<p><i>Father Bear.</i> I'll carry him up stairs. Come, sonny, there you are up
+on my shoulder.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To see an old woman ride on a white horse.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She shall have music wherever she goes!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Well, who's been in my bed, I'd like to know?</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span><i>Mother Bear.</i> Why, look at my bed. Some one has been lying on my bed!</p>
+
+<p><i>Sonny Bear.</i> Come quick, Mother! Father, come! Some one is in my bed.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 487px;">
+<img src="images/gray025.jpg" width="487" height="500" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><i>Goldilocks</i> (<i>waking and frightened</i>). Oh, see the three Bears. Come,
+<a name="corr1" id="corr1"></a><a class="correction" href="#cn1" title="changed from 'Dolly'">Dollie</a>, let us jump out of the window. [<i>Runs away.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Bear.</i> The little girl has gone, dear. Now you must go to
+sleep.</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h2><a name="THE_BIRD_WITH_THE_BROKEN_WING" id="THE_BIRD_WITH_THE_BROKEN_WING"></a>THE BIRD WITH THE BROKEN WING</h2>
+
+<p class="fm3">PERSONS IN THE PLAY&mdash;<span class="smcap">The Bird</span>, <span class="smcap">The Oak Tree</span>, <span class="smcap">The Maple</span>, <span class="smcap">The Willow</span>, <span class="smcap">The
+Spruce</span>, <span class="smcap">The Pine</span>, <span class="smcap">The Juniper</span>, <span class="smcap">The Forest Fairy</span>, <span class="smcap">Jack Frost</span></p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>&mdash;<i>In the Woods</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>The Oak.</i> See that flock of birds coming! The winter is near and they
+are flying south.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Maple.</i> I hope they will not light on my branches; I like to keep
+my leaves in order.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Willow.</i> So many birds will break my tender twigs. I am sure I do
+not want them either. Here they come!</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>The birds fly over the trees.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Bird.</i> Oh, I can fly no farther! My wing is broken and I cannot
+hold it up. I am so tired and cold and hungry! I must rest to-night in
+this forest. I am sure some big strong tree will give me a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span> resting
+place. I will ask this tall Oak, he looks so strong and his leaves are
+so thick and warm! May I rest in your branches to-night, great Oak Tree?
+I am a poor little bird with a broken wing and I am cold and tired and
+hungry.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Oak.</i> I am sorry; but my branches are all engaged by the squirrels,
+who are getting their acorns in for the winter. I have no room for
+strange birds.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Bird.</i> Oh! I am so lonely, so tired! Surely the handsome Maple
+Tree will take me in. She has no acorns and so the squirrels will not be
+in her branches. Kind, lovely Maple Tree, may I rest to-night in your
+branches? I am a poor little bird with a broken wing. I will not harm
+your pretty leaves.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Maple.</i> My leaves tremble to think of taking in strange birds! My
+house is in perfect order and I cannot think of disturbing it. Please go
+away!</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Bird.</i> Oh, what shall I do? The<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span> Oak and the Maple are so unkind
+and I am shivering with cold and weak with hunger. Surely <i>some</i> tree
+must be kind. Dear Willow, you are kind, are you not? Will you take me
+upon your graceful branches just for to-night?</p>
+
+<p><i>The Willow.</i> Really, Mr. Bird with the broken wing, I think you should
+have gone on with the other birds. I cannot take you in. I do not know
+your name or anything about you. Besides, I am very sleepy, and so, good
+night!</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Bird.</i> Oh, my dear bird friends, how I wish some of you were
+here! I shall perish with the cold if I must stay on the ground. Where
+can I go? The Oak, the Maple, and the Willow have all turned me away and
+the night is coming on.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Spruce.</i> Dear little bird with the broken wing, come to me! Can you
+hop up into my branches if I hold them down to you? See, here I am! I am
+not so<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span> handsome as the Maple tree, but my leaves grow thick and I'll
+try to keep you warm through the night. Come!</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/gray029.jpg" width="500" height="282" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><i>Little Bird.</i> Dear Spruce tree, how kind you are! I did not see you at
+first. Yes, here I am, on your lowest branch. How cosy and warm I feel.
+Oh, you are so good, and I was so tired and cold. Here I'll rest. I wish
+I could ever thank you enough for your goodness.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Spruce.</i> Do not speak of that, dear little bird; I am ashamed of
+the proud, selfish trees that would not shelter you.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> Should we not all
+be kind and helpful to one another?</p>
+
+<p><i>The Pine.</i> Well said, sister Spruce. And I will do my best to help you.
+I am not so strong as the Oak tree, little bird, but I will stand
+between you and the cold north wind. Rest warm and safe in the branches
+of the kind Spruce tree.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Bird.</i> I thank you, tall Pine tree, for your kindness. You are a
+good brother of the Spruce and I shall rest well while you are both
+taking care of me.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Juniper.</i> I cannot keep the strong north wind from you, little bird
+with the broken wing, but if you are hungry, you may eat of my berries.
+Perhaps then you will rest better.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Bird.</i> Thank you, dear Juniper tree. Why are you all so kind to
+me? Your berries are good, and now I am cold and hungry no longer. I'll
+go to sleep. Good night, dear trees!</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span><i>Trees.</i> Good night, little bird, and may you have sweet dreams!</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 439px;">
+<img src="images/gray031.jpg" width="439" height="500" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>&mdash;<i>Midnight in the Forest</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Jack Frost.</i> Here I am in the great forest. How I dislike to touch all
+these<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span> beautiful leaves; yet I must obey the orders of King Winter. Here
+comes the Forest Fairy. Do you know why I have come, dear Fairy of the
+Forest?</p>
+
+<p><i>Forest Fairy.</i> Yes, Mr. Frost. I know that you must touch all the
+leaves, turning them into brilliant hues of gold and crimson and brown.
+I dislike to have them go, and yet you and I must obey the commands of
+King Winter. But,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><i>Jack Frost.</i> But what, dear Fairy? You speak as if you had some wish to
+make&mdash;what is it?</p>
+
+<p><i>Forest Fairy.</i> I must tell you. Such a dear little bird came to the
+forest this evening. He had a broken wing, and he was cold and very
+tired. He asked shelter from the great Oak, the proud Maple, and the
+graceful Willow,&mdash;and all refused. I was so ashamed of my trees!</p>
+
+<p><i>Jack Frost.</i> What! did all the trees refuse to help a poor, tired
+little bird?</p>
+
+<p><i>Forest Fairy.</i> Listen! just as I was in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span>tending to speak to the trees,
+I heard the Spruce tell him to come to her branches and she would give
+him shelter. Then the Pine tree offered to keep the north wind from him,
+and the Juniper gave him her berries to eat. Could you, dear Jack
+Frost&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><i>Jack Frost.</i> Yes, yes, I know what you would ask. Such kindness as this
+should meet with some reward. The leaves of the proud Oak, the Maple,
+and the Willow shall fall to the ground when the cold of winter comes;
+but the Spruce, the Pine, the Juniper, and all their family shall keep
+their leaves and they shall be green all through the year. They shall be
+called the Evergreen Trees.</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h2><a name="CORNELIA_AND_HER_JEWELS" id="CORNELIA_AND_HER_JEWELS"></a>CORNELIA AND HER JEWELS</h2>
+
+<p class="fm3">PERSONS IN THE PLAY&mdash;<span class="smcap">Cornelia</span>, <span class="smcap">Nydia the Maid</span>, <span class="smcap">Julia</span>, <span class="smcap">Elder Son</span>, <span class="smcap">Younger
+Son</span></p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene.</span>&mdash;<i>Home of Cornelia</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Nydia.</i> Madam, the lady Julia waits to salute you.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cornelia.</i> Bid her enter, I pray. It is not fitting to have her wait.</p>
+
+<p><i>Nydia.</i> She is at the door, gracious madam.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cornelia.</i> Welcome, thrice welcome, fair Julia.</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>Nydia carries Julia's casket.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>Julia.</i> Thanks, dear Cornelia, for your kind greeting. May you and all
+your household have peace and joy.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cornelia.</i> And may those blessings be yours also, dear Julia. But tell
+me, what treasures have you in that charming casket?</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span><i>Julia.</i> A few poor jewels, fair friend. Bring me the casket, Nydia.
+These are some presents my parents and husband have given me.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cornelia.</i> I am so glad you have brought them to show me. You are very
+kind, for you know I greatly admire beautiful jewels.</p>
+
+<p><i>Julia.</i> See, here is a pearl necklace.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cornelia.</i> How lovely! Let me clasp it about your neck. It is very
+becoming. And what other gems have you?</p>
+
+<p><i>Julia.</i> Here is a girdle my mother gave me for a wedding present. Isn't
+it pretty?</p>
+
+<p><i>Cornelia.</i> Pretty! my dear, it is exquisite! Your mother showed much
+good taste when she chose this for you.</p>
+
+<p><i>Julia.</i> And here are some rings from the far East. See these emeralds
+and rubies; how they flash in the sunlight!</p>
+
+<p><i>Cornelia.</i> How well they look on your white hands! But I see something
+else.</p>
+
+<p><i>Julia.</i> Yes, this is my handsomest jewel, a diamond bracelet. This I
+like best of all.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span><i>Cornelia.</i> They are all lovely, my dear friend, and I am glad you have
+such beautiful things.</p>
+
+<p><i>Julia.</i> But, dear Cornelia, where are your jewels? All Rome knows how
+rich your famous father, Scipio, was, and surely he gave you many
+handsome ornaments. Please show them to me.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cornelia.</i> Oh, no, dear friend. But hark! I think I hear my sons.
+Nydia, tell them I wish to see them.</p>
+
+<p><i>Nydia.</i> Here are the children, madam.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Boys</i> (<i>running in</i>). Dear mother! darling mother!</p>
+
+<p><i>Cornelia.</i> Tell me, my Caius, what did the pedagogue teach you to-day?</p>
+
+<p><i>Caius.</i> O mother! It was wonderful! He told us how Horatius kept the
+bridge in the brave days of old. Wasn't that a great and noble deed,
+mother mine?</p>
+
+<p><i>Cornelia.</i> Yes, my darling. And you, my Tiberius, have you been pleased
+with your lessons?</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 398px;">
+<img src="images/gray037.jpg" width="398" height="600" alt="Cornelia and her Jewels" title="" />
+<span class="caption">Cornelia and her Jewels</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span></p>
+<p><i>Tiberius.</i> Mother, how you must honor our grandfather, the noble
+Scipio! Our teacher told the boys of his great campaigns in Africa and
+how the Senate called him Africanus after the war was over.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cornelia.</i> Yes, my son, such work and such lives are lessons worthy of
+study. They teach the young how they too may live and die for their
+beloved country.</p>
+
+<p><i>Caius.</i> I shall try to be a brave man some day, too, dear mother.</p>
+
+<p><i>Tiberius.</i> And I, mother, shall try to be worthy of our noble family.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cornelia.</i> My dear, noble boys! Julia, these are my jewels.</p>
+
+<p><i>Julia.</i> How you shame my vanity, noble Cornelia! What are all the
+precious stones in the world compared with these noble boys! Daughter of
+the famous Scipio, the world will remember you through the great deeds
+of your sons, and all mankind will honor you as <span class="smcap">Cornelia, Mother of The
+Gracchi</span>.</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h2><a name="CINDERELLA" id="CINDERELLA"></a>CINDERELLA</h2>
+
+<p class="fm3">PERSONS IN THE PLAY&mdash;<span class="smcap">Cinderella</span>, <span class="smcap">Mother</span>, <span class="smcap">Father</span>, <span class="smcap">Katherine</span>, <span class="smcap">Elizabeth</span>,
+<span class="smcap">Fairy Godmother</span>, <span class="smcap">Prince</span>, <span class="smcap">Herald</span></p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>&mdash;<i>Cinderella's Home</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> I am so glad we are all invited to the ball at the Prince's
+palace. You know, my dear, that it will be a great pleasure for our
+girls.</p>
+
+<p><i>Father.</i> Yes; and I suppose you will all have to buy new ball dresses.</p>
+
+<p><i>Katherine.</i> O mamma! isn't it lovely! May I have a blue silk dress?</p>
+
+<p><i>Elizabeth.</i> And may I have pink, dear mother? And shall we get them
+to-day?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> Yes, my child; and you may both go with me to buy your dresses
+and slippers.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> Dear papa, may I go to the ball at the Prince's palace?</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span><i>Father.</i> You, my child! Aren't you too young for parties? Ask your
+mother.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> May I go to the ball, mother?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> Nonsense, child! what are you thinking of? A ball is no place
+for a child like you. You are better off at home by the kitchen fire.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> But I'm fourteen. Sister Katherine, won't you coax mamma
+to let me go?</p>
+
+<p><i>Katherine.</i> No, indeed, I'll not! What would you do at a ball? a silly
+thing like you!</p>
+
+<p><i>Elizabeth.</i> Don't be a goose. Wait till you're older and better
+looking. There's no room in the carriage for you, and you are too young,
+anyway.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> Come, girls, it is time for us to go down town to buy our new
+gowns. Cinderella, go to your lessons. Don't think any more about the
+ball. You can't go, and so that's the end of it.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span></p>
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>&mdash;<i>Cinderella's Home</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Father.</i> Come, girls! aren't you ready yet? Is your mother coming?</p>
+
+<p><i>Katherine.</i> Yes, father, in just a minute.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> Here we are, dear. Don't the girls look sweet?</p>
+
+<p><i>Father.</i> Yes, yes! but, come on, for we are late now.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> Good night, Cinderella. Be a good girl and go to bed at nine
+o'clock.</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>All go out, leaving Cinderella alone.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> Good-by!&mdash;Now they have gone and I am all alone. Oh, why
+couldn't I go, too! How pretty they all looked! I would not take up much
+room, and I don't like to be left here by myself when they are having
+such a good time. Oh, dear! I believe I'm going to cry, but I can't help
+it. [<i>Cries.</i>]</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>Enter fairy godmother.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>Fairy Godmother.</i> Why are you crying, Cinderella?</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span><i>Cinderella.</i> Who is that? I thought I heard some one speaking to me,
+but I can't see anybody.</p>
+
+<p><i>Fairy Godmother.</i> What is the matter, Cinderella?</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> Oh, <i>lovely</i> lady! who are you?</p>
+
+<p><i>Fairy Godmother.</i> I am your fairy godmother, my child, and I wish to
+know why you are crying.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> Oh, dear! I'm crying because they have all gone to the
+ball; and I wanted to go, too, and they wouldn't take me!</p>
+
+<p><i>Fairy Godmother.</i> Never mind, my dear. Stop crying, and I will let you
+go.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> Oh, dear fairy godmamma! will you, really? But how <i>can</i> I
+go in this old dress?</p>
+
+<p><i>Fairy Godmother.</i> You'll see. Tell me, Cinderella, have you a big
+yellow pumpkin in the kitchen garden?</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> Yes, I think so. I saw one there yesterday.</p>
+
+<p><i>Fairy Godmother.</i> Go, get it for me.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span><i>Cinderella</i> (<i>runs out, and returns with the pumpkin</i>). I've found it!
+Here it is!</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
+<img src="images/gray043.jpg" width="550" height="411" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><i>Fairy Godmother.</i> Yes, that is a fine pumpkin. I'll touch it with my
+wand. What is it now?</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>The pumpkin is changed to a carriage.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> Oh! oh! how lovely! Such a beautiful, big, yellow coach!
+Why, it is much finer than papa's black carriage.</p>
+
+<p><i>Fairy Godmother.</i> I am glad you like<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span> your coach. Now do you think
+there are any rats in your rat trap?</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> I'll go see. Yes, here is the trap with two big rats in
+it. What long tails they have!</p>
+
+<p><i>Fairy Godmother.</i> Wait till I touch them with my fairy wand. Now what
+do you see?</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> Oh, dear godmother! what a wonderful wand to change rats
+into great handsome horses with long manes and tails! You dear horses!
+I'll get you some sugar to eat.</p>
+
+<p><i>Fairy Godmother.</i> Don't stop to pet them now, but fetch me the
+mousetrap.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> Here it is with two cunning little mice in it. What will
+you do with them?</p>
+
+<p><i>Fairy Godmother.</i> Touch them with my fairy wand and turn them into a
+coachman and a footman. See, the coachman is on the box with the reins
+in his hand, and the footman holds the door open for you. Will you step
+in, Cinderella?</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span><i>Cinderella.</i> In <i>these</i> clothes, dear godmother?</p>
+
+<p><i>Fairy Godmother</i> (<i>laughing</i>). That wouldn't be nice, would it? Well,
+let us see what my wand can do for you. Now look in the glass and tell
+me what you see there.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> Oh, what a pretty lady! Why, I do believe she is myself!
+What a beautiful dress! And look, dear godmother! see my pretty glass
+slippers!</p>
+
+<p><i>Fairy Godmother.</i> Yes, my dear, you are all ready for the Prince's
+ball. I want you to have a happy time, but remember this. You must start
+for home when the clock strikes twelve or your pretty clothes will
+change, your coach will turn into a pumpkin, your horses to rats, and
+you will have to walk home.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> I'll remember, dear godmother, and run away on the first
+stroke. Thank you so much! Good-by!</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>Enters the coach and is driven away.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span></p>
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene III.</span>&mdash;<i>The Prince's Palace</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> Here I am at the palace. Please announce me as the Lady
+from Far Away.</p>
+
+<p><i>Herald.</i> The Lady from Far Away!</p>
+
+<p><i>Prince.</i> What a lovely lady! she must be a princess. Tell me, fair
+lady, are you a princess from the land of flowers?</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> I am not a princess, sir, but only a girl from the land of
+happy thoughts.</p>
+
+<p><i>Prince.</i> You say well, fair lady, for no one can look upon you without
+thoughts of love and joy.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> And you, great Prince, have thoughts of great and noble
+deeds, have you not?</p>
+
+<p><i>Prince.</i> Yes, I have thoughts of great deeds, of brave men and fair
+ladies, of games and victories,&mdash;but now I have forgotten all but you.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> Will you remember me to-morrow<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span> or shall I fade away like
+the dreams of night?</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 496px;">
+<img src="images/gray047.jpg" width="496" height="470" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><i>Prince.</i> No dreams could be fairer, but I hope you will not vanish as
+they do. If you do, I am quite sure that I shall find you!</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span><i>Cinderella.</i> Don't be too sure, for I am not what I seem. I am a
+princess only in your thoughts; really I am&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><i>Prince.</i> What? a flower, a star, a goddess?</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> No, only a woman&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><i>Prince.</i> The best of all, a woman! And now will the dream-woman dance
+with me?</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> With pleasure; what lovely music!&mdash;and so many pretty
+women. What beautiful rooms!</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>Cinderella, the Prince, her father, mother, sisters, and two gentlemen
+dance the minuet.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>Prince.</i> Will you not tell me your name and where you live?</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> Both are a secret.</p>
+
+<p><i>Prince.</i> It makes no difference to me, for I know you, and that is
+enough.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> I hear the clock! What hour is it striking?</p>
+
+<p><i>Prince.</i> Twelve&mdash;but that is early. You need not go?</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> Yes, I must, and quietly.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span> Do not try to keep me,
+Prince&mdash;good night!</p>
+
+<p><i>Prince.</i> She is gone! and I do not know where she lives. How can I find
+her? I'll give another ball and hope she will come again.</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>All go out.</i>]</p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene IV.</span>&mdash;<i>Cinderella's Home</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Father.</i> Well, girlies, did you have a pleasant time at the ball?</p>
+
+<p><i>Katherine.</i> Oh, yes, papa, splendid! But did you see the lovely
+princess that came so late?</p>
+
+<p><i>Elizabeth.</i> She was the prettiest girl there. I wonder who she is!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> So do I. It seems to me I've seen her somewhere. Perhaps I've
+met her in my travels; but I can't remember where it was.</p>
+
+<p><i>Father.</i> What is her name?</p>
+
+<p><i>Katherine.</i> I heard some one say she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span> was Lady Far Away. But that's not
+a real name.</p>
+
+<p><i>Elizabeth.</i> Perhaps she is a princess in disguise.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> Tell me, sister, how this princess looked.</p>
+
+<p><i>Elizabeth.</i> Oh! she is lovely! Golden curls and blue eyes and such a
+sweet smile!</p>
+
+<p><i>Katherine.</i> She wore a beautiful dress that shone like the moonlight.</p>
+
+<p><i>Elizabeth.</i> Did you notice her pretty slippers? They looked like
+crystal.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> The Prince danced with her all the time.</p>
+
+<p><i>Father.</i> Why, here comes the Prince's herald. I'll see what he wants.
+Here is a note. It is an invitation to go to the Prince's palace again
+to-night. Do you all want to go?</p>
+
+<p><i>All.</i> Yes, yes, father, please!</p>
+
+<p><i>Father.</i> All right, we'll go!</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> Can't I go this time, mamma?</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span><i>Mother.</i> No, my dear. When you are a little older you can go, but not
+now.</p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene V.</span>&mdash;<i>At the Palace</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Prince.</i> I wonder if my fairy princess will come to-night. I've been
+looking for her for more than an hour. Oh, here she is! Dear lady, I've
+been hoping you would come.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> So you have not forgotten me?</p>
+
+<p><i>Prince.</i> No, and never shall. Will you go with me to see the flowers?</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> What lovely flowers! This is certainly the home of the
+flower fairies. See the roses nodding at us. They almost ask us to love
+them.</p>
+
+<p><i>Prince.</i> May I give you this dainty pink one? It is the color of your
+cheeks.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> Remember I am from the land of Far Away and I must vanish
+at midnight.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span><i>Prince.</i> Tell me where your father lives that I may call upon him.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> Not now; but sometime I may tell you about my fairy
+godmother.</p>
+
+<p><i>Prince.</i> There! I knew you must be a sister of the fairies. Does your
+fairy godmother have a fairy wand?</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> Yes, and she does wonderful things with it&mdash;but my father
+and mother do not know about her.</p>
+
+<p><i>Prince.</i> Of course not. Only very young people know about fairy
+godmothers. But we know, don't we?</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> Hark! I hear the chimes ringing. It must be twelve
+o'clock, and I must go.</p>
+
+<p><i>Prince.</i> Do not go, dear princess. Stay here in my palace, always.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> The fairies are calling me and I am late. I must go.
+Perhaps I can come again sometime. Oh, I am afraid&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><i>Prince.</i> Afraid of what?</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span><i>Cinderella.</i> Good-by, good-by!</p>
+
+<p><i>Prince.</i> She's gone! What was she afraid of? I cannot see her! Who is
+that child running down the stairway? She must be one of the servants
+who has been watching the dancers. I wish I could see my princess. What
+is that shining thing on the stairs? She has lost one of her crystal
+slippers. Now I know how I shall find her. To-morrow I shall send a
+herald through the city to find the owner of this pretty little slipper.</p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene VI.</span>&mdash;<i>Cinderella's Home</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> Mamma, mamma, here is a man on horseback who wants to see
+you.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> What is your errand, sir?</p>
+
+<p><i>Herald.</i> I am sent by the great Prince of our country to find the owner
+of this slipper. He says he will marry no one but the lady who can wear
+this little crystal slipper.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span><i>Mother.</i> I'll call my daughters. Katherine! Elizabeth! We were all at
+the ball at the Prince's palace. Katherine, is this your glass slipper?
+Try it on.</p>
+
+<p><i>Katherine.</i> Yes, mother. My, how small it is! I cannot get my foot in
+it!</p>
+
+<p><i>Elizabeth.</i> Perhaps it will fit me. My feet are smaller than yours. No,
+I cannot push my foot in, no matter how long I try. It must be a magic
+slipper.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> May I try on the slipper?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> My dear child, why should you try on the slipper? It belongs
+to the princess who went to the ball.</p>
+
+<p><i>Katherine.</i> And you were not at the ball, Cinderella!</p>
+
+<p><i>Elizabeth.</i> Your foot is too big for it, my dear little sister.</p>
+
+<p><i>Herald.</i> Pardon me, ladies, but the orders of the Prince are that every
+lady, young or old, must try on the slipper, and when the owner is found
+she must go with me to the palace.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span><i>Cinderella.</i> Give it to me, please. See how easily it slips on my
+foot&mdash;and here is the mate to the glass slipper in my pocket. Dear
+Mother, I am the fairy princess you saw at the ball.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> You, my dear! and I did not know you!</p>
+
+<p><i>Herald.</i> Now, lady, please come with me to the Prince's palace. You
+shall be a princess.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cinderella.</i> Good-by, dear sisters! Good-by, dear mother! I am going to
+the Prince's palace.</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h2><a name="THE_PIED_PIPER" id="THE_PIED_PIPER"></a>THE PIED PIPER</h2>
+
+<p class="fm3">PERSONS IN THE PLAY&mdash;<span class="smcap">Mayor</span>, <span class="smcap">First Councilman</span>, <span class="smcap">Second Councilman</span>, <span class="smcap">Third
+Councilman</span>, <span class="smcap">Ten Citizens</span>, <span class="smcap">Piper</span></p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>&mdash;<i>The Mayor's Office</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Mayor and Councilmen, sitting around a table.&mdash;Citizens come in.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>First Citizen.</i> Our Mayor is a noddy!</p>
+
+<p><i>Second Citizen.</i> Look at our corporation sitting in the gowns we pay
+for, and doing nothing!</p>
+
+<p><i>Third Citizen.</i> See here, how the rats made a nest in my Sunday hat!</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 270px;">
+<img src="images/gray056.jpg" width="270" height="450" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><i>Fourth Citizen.</i> When I was cooking dinner the bold rats licked the
+soup from my ladle!</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span><i>Fifth Citizen.</i> They are so bold they are always fighting with the dogs
+and cats!</p>
+
+<p><i>Sixth Citizen.</i> Yes, and they kill them, too!</p>
+
+<p><i>Seventh Citizen.</i> My baby cried in his sleep, and when I went to him
+there was a big rat in his cradle.</p>
+
+<p><i>Eighth Citizen.</i> What are you going to do about it, Mr. Mayor?</p>
+
+<p><i>Ninth Citizen.</i> You'd better wake up, sirs! Don't go to sleep over
+this!</p>
+
+<p><i>Tenth Citizen.</i> I tell you, you'll have to do something to save us from
+this army of rats!</p>
+
+<p><i>First Councilman.</i> What <i>can</i> we do?</p>
+
+<p><i>Second Councilman.</i> I'm sure we've tried everything, but every day the
+rats grow worse and worse.</p>
+
+<p><i>Third Councilman.</i> I'm sure it isn't very pleasant for us to have the
+city overrun with the creatures!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mayor.</i> I'd sell my ermine gown for a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span> guilder! It is no easy thing to
+be mayor and I wish I was a plowboy in the country! Try to think of
+something to do.</p>
+
+<p><i>First Councilman.</i> It is easy to bid us rack our own brains!</p>
+
+<p><i>Second Councilman.</i> I'm sure my head aches trying to think.</p>
+
+<p><i>Third Councilman.</i> I've wondered and thought, till I've no thoughts
+left.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mayor.</i> Oh! if I only had a great big trap! Yes, a thousand big traps!
+Bless us, what noise is that? Is it a rat?&mdash;Come in!</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 229px;">
+<img src="images/gray058.jpg" width="229" height="450" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>Enter Piper.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>First Councilman.</i> Who is this who dares to come into the Mayor's
+office without an introduction?</p>
+
+<p><i>Second Councilman.</i> Hasn't he a funny coat?</p>
+
+<p><i>Third Councilman.</i> But what a pleasant face! He smiles all the time.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span><i>Mayor.</i> He looks like the picture of my grandsire. What is your name,
+and your business, my man?</p>
+
+<p><i>Pied Piper.</i> Please your honors, my name is Pied Piper. My business is
+to play upon my pipe. I can charm with the magic of my notes all things
+to do my will. But I use my charm on creatures that do people harm, the
+toad, the mole, and the viper, and rats&mdash;rats!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mayor.</i> Rats! Well, then, you're the man we want. We'll pay you a
+thousand guilders if you'll free our town of rats.</p>
+
+<p><i>Piper.</i> A thousand guilders! Done! It's a bargain!</p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>&mdash;<i>Same as Scene I. The Mayor and Councilmen looking out of
+window</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Mayor.</i> There he goes down the street.</p>
+
+<p><i>First Councilman.</i> What a strange looking pipe he plays!</p>
+
+<p><i>Second Councilman.</i> I believe it must be a magic one.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span><i>Third Councilman.</i> Do you hear the music? What is that other noise?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mayor.</i> Look, look at the rats! Did you ever see such a sight!</p>
+
+<p><i>First Councilman.</i> The streets are crowded with them! Big and little,
+brown, black, and gray, they are tumbling over each other in their
+hurry!</p>
+
+<p><i>Second Councilman.</i> Sir! he is going toward the bridge.</p>
+
+<p><i>Third Councilman.</i> They must think he is playing a tune of apples and
+cheese!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mayor.</i> There they are at the river. They are plunging in! they will be
+drowned!</p>
+
+<p><i>First Councilman.</i> Good for the piper!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mayor.</i> Ring the bells for the people. Tell them to get long poles,
+poke out the nests and block up the holes!</p>
+
+<p><i>Second Councilman.</i> Here comes the Piper.</p>
+
+<p><i>Third Councilman.</i> That was well done, Mr. Piper.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span><i>Pied Piper.</i> Yes, all the rats are drowned and now I've come for my
+pay.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mayor.</i> Pay! why what have you done? Just played a tune on your pipe.
+You must be joking.</p>
+
+<p><i>Piper.</i> You promised&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><i>First Councilman.</i> You impudent fellow! You certainly don't think a
+tune on your pipe is worth one thousand guilders? There is no work in
+that.</p>
+
+<p><i>Second Councilman.</i> The rats are dead and can't come to life again, I
+think!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mayor.</i> My friend, we are much obliged, of course. We are much obliged
+and will gladly give you fifty guilders. You know your time is not worth
+more.</p>
+
+<p><i>Piper.</i> No trifling, pray. I'll have what you promised, or you may find
+that I'll play a tune you do not like!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mayor.</i> What! do you threaten us, fellow? Do what you please. Do you
+think we care? Play on your old pipe whatever tune you wish.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span><i>Piper.</i> Listen, then, and look from your window when I play again in
+the street below.</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>Goes out.</i>]</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/gray062.jpg" width="400" height="365" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><i>Mayor.</i> What does the lazy fellow mean by his threats?</p>
+
+<p><i>First Councilman.</i> Hear his wonderful music! Listen.</p>
+
+<p><i>Second Councilman.</i> Oh! what is he doing! See the children!</p>
+
+<p><i>Third Councilman.</i> They are following<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span> him. There is my son. Where are
+you going, my boy? Come back!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mayor.</i> Let me see! O woe! there are my own three lovely children. Run,
+some one, and stop them!</p>
+
+<p><i>Third Councilman.</i> I'll go; I'll go.</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>Runs out.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>Mayor.</i> It is useless. Every child in our city is following the magic
+sound.</p>
+
+<p><i>Second Councilman.</i> The music seems to say: "Come, children, to the
+wonderful land of play. There flowers and fruits will welcome you. The
+birds and beasts will play with you, and you will never be sad or sorry
+in the wonderful land of play." No wonder the children follow the Piper.</p>
+
+<p><i>Third Councilman</i> (<i>enters</i>). The children and the Piper have all
+disappeared! A mountain opened and let them in!</p>
+
+<p><i>First Councilman.</i> The children, the blessed children, have gone! What
+shall we do without the children?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mayor.</i> Oh, wicked man that I am!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span> Why did I break my promise? Why did
+I not give him the thousand guilders?</p>
+
+<p><i>Second Councilman.</i> Yes, we are all wicked men, and we are punished for
+not keeping our word.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mayor.</i> Let us write this sad story on a column so that all may read;
+and let us paint the picture of the Piper with our little ones following
+him, on a church window, so that all men may know how our children have
+been stolen away.</p>
+
+<p><i>First Councilman.</i> And may this sad story teach us all to keep our word
+with every one.</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h2><a name="MOTHER_GOOSES_PARTY" id="MOTHER_GOOSES_PARTY"></a>MOTHER GOOSE'S PARTY</h2>
+
+<p class="fm3">PERSONS IN THE PLAY&mdash;<span class="smcap">Mother Goose</span>, <span class="smcap">Jack Goose</span>, <span class="smcap">Mother Hubbard</span>, <span class="smcap">Dog</span>,
+<span class="smcap">A-Dillar-a-Dollar</span>, <span class="smcap">Mary</span> (<span class="smcap">and Her Lamb</span>), <span class="smcap">Old Mrs. Shoeman, Her Sons</span>
+(<span class="smcap">Tommy Tucker, Jacky Horner</span>), <span class="smcap">Miss Muffet</span>, <span class="smcap">Boy Blue</span>, <span class="smcap">Bo-Peep</span>, <span class="smcap">Nancy
+Etticoat</span>, <span class="smcap">Little Boy Who Lives in the Lane</span>, <span class="smcap">Old King Cole</span>, <span class="smcap">Man in the
+Moon</span>, <span class="smcap">Tom the Piper's Son</span>, <span class="smcap">Mistress Mary</span></p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>&mdash;<i>Home of Mother Goose</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Mother Goose.</i> I really think I must give a party. All my friends have
+been so good to me and I have been entertained in so many homes!
+Wherever I go I am sure to see one of my Mother Goose books, and the
+children all seem to love it so much. Let me see! whom shall I invite? I
+think I'll ask Old Mother Hubbard to take tea with me and we'll talk
+about the party together. Jack, Jack!</p>
+
+<p><i>Jack</i> (<i>enters</i>). Yes, mother dear, what is it?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Goose.</i> Jack Goose, I wish you<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span> to run over to Mother Hubbard's
+house and ask her to take tea with me this afternoon. Now be nimble,
+Jack,&mdash;be quick!</p>
+
+<p><i>Jack.</i> Yes, mother dear. See me jump over the candlestick! Isn't that
+fine jumping?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Goose.</i> Very fine indeed, Jack. Now do your errand, and hurry
+home.</p>
+
+<p><i>Jack.</i> Yes, mother, I will. Good-by.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Goose.</i> Good-by.</p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>&mdash;<i>House of Mother Hubbard</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Jack</i> (<i>knocking</i>). I wonder if Old Mother Hubbard is at home. Hark! I
+hear her dog barking. Yes, and I hear her step. Here she is!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Hubbard</i> (<i>opening the door</i>). Who is this knocking so loud? Oh,
+it's you, little nimble Jack! Will you come in?</p>
+
+<p><i>Jack.</i> No, thank you, Mrs. Hubbard. My mother wishes you to come over
+to our house for tea this afternoon. Will you come?</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span><i>Mother Hubbard.</i> Yes, thank you, Jack, I will. Tell your mother that
+I'm just going to market to buy my poor doggie a bone.</p>
+
+<p><i>Jack.</i> O Mother Hubbard! <i>please</i> let me play with your dog. He's such
+a dear old doggie! Do you remember how he danced a jig the other day?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Hubbard.</i> Yes, Jack, I do; and I think you danced with him. You
+are both nimble young things and both like to dance. Well, good-by, now.
+Have a good time together and I'll bring you something little boys like.</p>
+
+<p><i>Jack.</i> Thank you! Good-by, good-by! Now, doggie, let's dance.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Old Mother Hubbard, she went to the cupboard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To get the poor doggie a bone;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when she got there, the cupboard was bare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And so the poor doggie had none.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span></div></div>
+
+<p><i>Dog</i> (<i>sadly</i>). Bow-wow, bow-wow, bow-wow!</p>
+
+<p><i>Jack.</i> Oh! you don't like that song! Never mind, old fellow! Mother
+Hubbard has gone to the butcher's and she'll get you a bone, I'm sure.
+Wait till she comes back.</p>
+
+<p><i>Dog</i> (<i>gayly</i>). Bow-wow, bow-wow, bow-wow!</p>
+
+<p><i>Jack.</i> I thought you would like that. Here she comes now. We've had a
+lovely dance, Mother Hubbard, and now I must hurry home.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Hubbard.</i> Thank you for staying and taking good care of my dog.
+Here are some fresh Banbury buns for you.</p>
+
+<p><i>Jack.</i> Oh, thank you, Mother Hubbard. I'm very fond of Banbury buns.
+Good-by!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Hubbard.</i> Good-by, Jack. Tell your mother I'll be over soon.</p>
+
+<p><i>Jack.</i> Bring your dog with you, and we'll have another dance. Good-by.</p>
+
+<p><i>Dog.</i> Bow-wow! bow-wow! bow-wow!</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span></p>
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene III.</span>&mdash;<i>Mother Goose and Mother Hubbard at the Tea Table</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Mother Goose.</i> I am pleased to see you, Mother Hubbard. I hear that
+your cupboard is no longer bare and empty, and I am very glad you are
+able to give your poor dog all the bones a good dog should have. Now for
+our tea. Shall I put two or three lumps in your cup?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Hubbard.</i> Three, please. I like my tea very sweet. And now tell
+me, Mother Goose, what is the reason you sent for me to-day?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Goose.</i> Well, I am going to give a party and I wish to ask your
+advice.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Hubbard.</i> Indeed! Whom do you think of inviting?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Goose.</i> First, the dear Old Woman who lives in the shoe&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Hubbard.</i> What! and all her children?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Goose.</i> No, only the two eldest.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span> You know the party is for my
+son Jack, too, and we must have the young people as well as their
+parents. Old King Cole will come and bring his fiddlers three to play
+for the young folks who dance.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Hubbard.</i> I hope you won't invite Tom the Piper's Son, or My Son
+John as his mother calls him,&mdash;or Humpty-Dumpty. They are not good boys
+for your son Jack to play with!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Goose.</i> I suppose not; but I like them all, and I dislike to
+leave out anyone. I don't wish to hurt their feelings.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Hubbard.</i> There are little Bo-Peep and Boy Blue, who are good
+children, although rather silly; and there are little Miss Muffet and
+Nancy Etticoat, both very pretty little girls; and there are Jacky
+Horner and Tommy Tucker and the Man-in-the-Moon and Taffey and
+Daffey-Down-Dilly and&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Goose.</i> I'll have to give a garden party if I invite all those!
+I can't leave<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span> any out, and I think I'll have the party out-of-doors.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Hubbard.</i> That will be fine! I only hope it will be a pleasant
+day. When will you give it?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Goose.</i> Two weeks from to-day, the first of May.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Hubbard.</i> That's May Day and a very good day for a party
+out-of-doors. Well I must go home now. Good-by! If I can help you,
+please call upon me.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Goose.</i> Thank you, Mother Hubbard! Good-by, and thank you again
+for coming over.</p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene IV.</span>&mdash;<i>At the Party</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Mother Hubbard.</i> What a lovely day you have for your party, Mother
+Goose! The sun shines so bright and warm, and the flowers are lovely. Is
+there anything I can do?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Goose.</i> No, thank you. I'm glad you came early. Have you seen
+the tables?</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span><i>Mother Hubbard.</i> They are lovely! Where did you get such pretty
+flowers?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Goose.</i> From Mistress Mary, quite contrary. You know she has a
+garden</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With cockle shells, and silver bells,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And pretty maids all in a row.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Mother Hubbard.</i> I see some one coming.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Goose.</i> Why, how do you do, A-Dillar-a-Dollar! Are you always in
+such good time?</p>
+
+<p><i>A-Dillar-a-Dollar.</i> I'm afraid not, Mrs. Goose. They call me</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A ten o'clock scholar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why did you come so soon?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You used to come at ten o'clock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now you come at noon!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Mother Goose.</i> And here comes Mary with her little lamb. Do you like
+the lamb better than a Teddy Bear, Mary?</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span><i>Mary.</i> Yes, indeed, I do. Because the lamb loves me, you know.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It followed me to school one day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Which was against the rule;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It made the children laugh and play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To see the lamb at school.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Mother Goose.</i> Here comes the Old Woman who lives in a shoe, and her
+two oldest boys. Dear Mrs. Shoe-woman, I am very glad to see you! How
+did you leave all of your children?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mrs. Shoe-woman.</i> Oh, dear, Mother Goose! I have so many children I
+don't know what to do: when they are naughty I give them some broth
+without any bread, and whip them all soundly and put them to bed.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Goose.</i> Here are all the children coming to the party! Come,
+children, let us have a dance. All stand around the Maypole as I call
+your names:</p>
+
+<p>Little Miss Muffet and Boy Blue;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span>Little Bo-Peep and Jacky Horner;</p>
+
+<p>Nancy Etticoat and Jack-be-nimble;</p>
+
+<p>Mary and the little Boy who lives in the Lane.</p>
+
+<p>All take ribbons and stand around the Maypole. Are you all ready?</p>
+
+<p><i>Children.</i> Yes, Mother Goose, we are all ready when the music begins.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Goose.</i> Old King Cole, will you have your three fiddlers play
+for the dance?</p>
+
+<p><i>King Cole.</i> With pleasure, dear Mother Goose&mdash;and I'll sing:</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hey diddle, diddle! the cat and the fiddle;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The cow jumped over the moon;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The little dog laughed to see such craft,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And the dish ran away with the spoon.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Children</i> (<i>sing</i>).</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Old King Cole was a merry old soul;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And a merry old soul was he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He called for his pipe and he called for his bowl,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And he called for his fiddlers three.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span></p><div class="figcenter" style="width: 311px;">
+<img src="images/gray075.jpg" width="311" height="475" alt="Mother Goose&#39;s Party" title="" />
+<span class="caption">Mother Goose&#39;s Party</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></p>
+<p><i>Mother Goose.</i> These are very good songs, but they will not do for a
+Maypole dance. Here, Little Tommy Tucker, sing for your supper.</p>
+
+<p><i>Tommy Tucker.</i> All right, Mother Goose.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Handy Spandy, Jack-a-dandy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Loved plum cake and sugar candy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He bought some at a grocer's shop,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And out he came, hop, hop, hop.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Children.</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little Tommy Tucker, sings for his supper;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What shall he eat? White bread and butter;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How shall he eat it without any knife?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How shall he marry without any wife?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>Dance about the Maypole.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Goose.</i> Why, who can that man be? He is tumbling down in a very
+queer way! Who are you?</p>
+
+<p><i>Man.</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'm the Man in the Moon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come down too soon<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To ask the way to Norwich.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I went by the south,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And burnt my mouth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Eating cold pease-porridge.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Are Jack and Jill here?</p>
+
+<p><i>Jack.</i> Here I am, Mr. Moon-Man.</p>
+
+<p><i>Jill.</i> Oh, dear Mr. Moon-Man, where is your dog and your bundle of
+sticks?</p>
+
+<p><i>Jack.</i> Tell us what the children play in your country, the Moon!</p>
+
+<p><i>Children.</i> Please do, Mr. Moon-Man!</p>
+
+<p><i>Moon-Man.</i> Well, children, I can tell you how they learn to count. They
+all say&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One, two; buckle my shoe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Three, four; shut the door;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Five, six; pick up sticks;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>and then they all pick up sticks and put them on the fire.</p>
+
+<p><i>Tom.</i> I don't think that is much fun!</p>
+
+<p><i>Children.</i> Of course you don't. You don't like sticks.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tom, Tom, the Piper's Son,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stole a pig and away he run!<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The pig was eat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And Tom was beat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Tom ran roaring down the street!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Mistress Mary.</i> Now, children, let us sit in a circle and play games
+and sing songs. Little Bo-Peep, you may sing your little song first.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Bo-Peep.</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little Bo-Peep, she lost her sheep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And doesn't know where to find them;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Children.</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Leave them alone and they will come home<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Bringing their tails behind them.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Mistress Mary.</i> Now Jack and Jill&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><i>Jack and Jill.</i> Shall we go up the hill to get a pail of water?</p>
+
+<p><i>Children.</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jack and Jill went up the hill<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To get a pail of water.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jack fell down and broke his crown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And Jill came tumbling after.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Boys.</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Up Jack got and home did trot<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">As fast as he could caper;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He went to bed to mend his head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">With vinegar and brown paper.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Girls.</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jill came in and she did grin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To see his paper plaster;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her mother, vexed, did spank her next<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">For laughing at Jack's disaster.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Mistress Mary.</i> Now, I'll sing a song and then help Mother Goose with
+the supper. [<i>Sings.</i>]</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sing a song a sixpence,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Pocket full of rye;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Four-and-twenty blackbirds<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Baked in a pie.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the pie was opened<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">The birds began to sing,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wasn't that a dainty dish<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To set before the king?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Mother Goose.</i> Now I must have some children to help me.</p>
+
+<p><i>Jack Goose.</i> I'll take the bean porridge hot and bean porridge cold,
+mother, and Tommy Tucker can go with me and pass the white bread and
+butter.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Goose.</i> That's my good Jack. Now Tom the Piper's Son may take
+the roast pig and Mary may pass the Banbury cross buns.</p>
+
+<p><i>Miss Muffet.</i> Dear Mother Goose, may I pass the curds and whey?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Goose.</i> Yes, my dear child, but be careful not to spill any.
+Then for the last course Jack Horner will pass the Christmas pie and
+give every child a big fat plum.</p>
+
+<p><i>Children</i> (<i>sing</i>).</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little Jacky Horner<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sitting in a corner<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Eating a Christmas pie<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He put in his thumb<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And pulled out a plum<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And said&mdash;What a great boy am I?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Old King Cole.</i> Mother Goose, you have given us a beautiful party and
+we have had a lovely time. We hope you will live to give many more to
+your friends and the children.</p>
+
+<p><i>Children.</i> Yes, Mother Goose, your party was just lovely!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Goose.</i> Thank you, dear children.</p>
+
+<p><i>King Cole.</i> Now, little folks, let us sing a good-by song to Mother
+Goose.</p>
+
+<p><i>The girls</i> (<i>bowing to King Cole</i>).</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The king was in the counting room,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Counting out his money.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>The boys</i> (<i>bowing to Mother Goose</i>).</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The queen was in the parlor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Eating bread and honey.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span></p>
+<p><i>All.</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The maid was in the garden<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>(<i>To Mistress Mary</i>)</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Hanging out the clothes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Along came a blackbird<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And nipped off her nose!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Mother Goose.</i> And that story means that night is coming and putting
+the day to sleep.</p>
+
+<p><i>King Cole.</i> So it does, and you see the sun is fast going down behind
+the western hills. Say good-by, children, for it is time to go home.</p>
+
+<p><i>Children.</i> Good night, Mother Goose.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Goose.</i> Good night, dear children, and don't forget your old
+Mother Goose.</p>
+
+<p><i>Children.</i> Forget dear Mother Goose? Never! Good-by, good-by!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother Goose.</i> Good-by.</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 475px;">
+<img src="images/gray083.jpg" width="475" height="347" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>LITTLE TWO-EYES</h2>
+
+<p class="fm3">PERSONS IN THE PLAY&mdash;<span class="smcap">Mother</span>, <span class="smcap">Little One-Eye</span>, <span class="smcap">Little Two-Eyes</span>, <span class="smcap">Little
+Three-Eyes</span>, <span class="smcap">Little Old Woman</span>, <span class="smcap">Tree</span>, <span class="smcap">Prince</span>, <span class="smcap">Goat</span></p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>&mdash;<i>Dining Room at Little Two-Eyes' Home</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> Come to dinner, little One-Eye and little Three-Eyes. Here is
+some good soup and white bread for you. Little Two-Eyes, you can have
+what your sisters do not want.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span><i>Little Three-Eyes.</i> Here's a crust for you. That is enough for a girl
+with only two eyes.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little One-Eye.</i> What a shame to have a sister with two eyes! You look
+just like other people! Little Three-Eyes and I are very different.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Three-Eyes.</i> Here little Two-Eyes, take this bowl. I don't want
+any more and you can have what is left.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> Now, children, run away and play. Little Two-Eyes, take the
+goat and go out to the hillside. You must stay till it begins to get
+dark, and then you may come home. You must work, because you have two
+eyes like other people, but my little One-Eye and Three-Eyes may stay at
+home and play.</p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>&mdash;<i>On the Hillside</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Little Two-Eyes.</i> Come, little goat, here is some green grass for you
+to eat. I wish that my sisters loved me and that my<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span> mother was not
+ashamed of me. Oh, why do I have two eyes just like all other people? I
+am so hungry, Oh, dear! Oh, dear! (<i>Cries.</i>)</p>
+
+<p><i>Wood Fairy.</i> My child, why do you cry?</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Two-Eyes.</i> Because I have only two eyes, and my mother and my
+sisters treat me badly. I don't have enough to eat and I am so hungry.
+My dress is old, and my sisters have nice dresses and pretty ribbons.
+But who are you?</p>
+
+<p><i>Wood Fairy.</i> I am the little Old Woman who lives on this hill. I have
+come to help you. Listen, little Two-Eyes! You need never be hungry
+again. Say to your little goat:</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little goat, bleat!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little table, rise!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Then a table will rise before you with all the food you can eat. When
+you have finished eating, you must say:</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little goat, bleat!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little table, away!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span></p>
+<p>and it will disappear before your eyes. Good-by, dear little Two-Eyes. I
+must go now, but remember what I have told you.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Two-Eyes.</i> Why, where has that queer looking little woman gone?
+I am so hungry I'll try now if what she said can be true.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little goat, bleat!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little table, rise!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Goat.</i> Bla-a! Bla-a! Bla-a!</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Two-Eyes.</i> Oh, look, little goat! what a pretty table! and how
+good the food looks. Now we shall have all we want to eat. Here is
+something for you, and here are oranges and meat and pudding for me!
+Dear little woman! How can I thank her? Now I can eat no more.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little goat, bleat!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little table, away!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Goat.</i> Bla-a! Bla-a! Bla-a!</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Two-Eyes.</i> There, it is gone.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span> Aren't we happy, little goat? But
+see, it is time to go home. Come, little goat.</p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene III.</span>&mdash;<i>At Home</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> Here, little Two-Eyes, here are the crusts your sisters saved
+for you.</p>
+
+<p><i>Two-Eyes.</i> Thank you, mother, but I don't care for any crusts. I'm not
+hungry.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> Not care for them? You are not hungry? You have always eaten
+them before now and asked for more! You didn't eat any supper last
+night, either. What does this mean? What did you have to eat to-day?</p>
+
+<p><i>Two-Eyes.</i> I cannot tell you, mother.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> You cannot? Then, little One-Eye, you shall go to the hillside
+with little Two-Eyes and find out why she is no longer hungry.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little One-Eye.</i> I don't want to go! The walk is too long, and I shall
+get tired!</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span><i>Mother.</i> Just this once, my dear! You will not have to go again. But we
+must learn the secret.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Two-Eyes.</i> Come, sister. Come, little goat.</p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene IV.</span>&mdash;<i>The Hillside</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Little Two-Eyes.</i> Now we are almost there. Are you tired, little
+One-Eye?</p>
+
+<p><i>Little One-Eye.</i> Oh! I am so tired, and my feet hurt so I can hardly
+walk.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Two-Eyes.</i> I have to walk this far every day.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little One-Eye.</i> Yes, but you have two eyes like other people and you
+must expect to work. I cannot go any farther. I'll lie down here and
+rest.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Two-Eyes.</i> I'll sing you a pretty song:</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Are you awake, little One-Eye?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are you asleep, little One-Eye?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Yes, you are asleep, little One-Eye, and now I can have my dinner.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little goat, bleat!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little table, rise!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Goat.</i> Bla-a! Bla-a! Bla-a!</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Two-Eyes.</i> Here is the little table again! Oh, how thankful I am
+for the good food. Dear little old woman, you are very good to send me
+such nice things to eat. Here is some for you, little goat. Now I have
+had enough.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little goat, bleat!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little table, away!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>There, it is gone. Little One-Eye, wake up! It is time to go home.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little One-Eye.</i> Did I go to sleep?</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Two-Eyes.</i> Indeed, you did, and now we must hurry home. Come,
+little goat!</p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene V.</span>&mdash;<i>At Home</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> Well, little One-Eye, tell us what you have seen. Why doesn't
+little Two-Eyes eat the food we have for her?</p>
+
+<p><i>Little One-Eye.</i> I don't know, mother.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span> The way was so long and I was
+so tired; I fell asleep; and when I woke up it was time to come home.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> It was a hard walk for you, my dear; but we must find out who
+is giving little Two-Eyes something to eat. To-morrow you must go,
+little Three-Eyes.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Three-Eyes.</i> I'll find out, mother. If anyone dares to give food
+to little Two-Eyes, I'll tell you all about it.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> Yes, my dear, I know you won't go to sleep. I can trust you to
+find out everything.</p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene VI.</span>&mdash;<i>On the Hillside</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Little Two-Eyes.</i> Come, sister, we must go on, for it is a long way to
+the top of the hill.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Three-Eyes.</i> I'm not going any farther, I'm too tired! I'll rest
+a little here.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Two-Eyes.</i> All right, little Three-Eyes. I'll sing you a song.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Are you awake, little Three-Eyes?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are you asleep, little Two-Eyes?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Yes, you are asleep, and now I'll have my dinner.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little goat, bleat!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little table, rise!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Goat.</i> Bla-a! Bla-a! Bla-a!</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Two-Eyes.</i> Here is our dinner again, little goat. See this fresh
+lettuce and cabbage and good bread and butter. Here is some honey, too,
+and cake. Isn't this a good dinner?</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little goat, bleat!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little table, away!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Goat.</i> Bla-a, bla-a, bla-a!</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Two-Eyes.</i> Now it is gone. Three-Eyes, wake up! It is time home.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Three-Eyes.</i> How long I have slept! What will my mother say? But
+I think I have a surprise for you, little Two-Eyes!</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span></p>
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene VII.</span>&mdash;<i>At Home</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> Well, little Three-Eyes, did you go to sleep, too?</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Three-Eyes.</i>&mdash;Yes, mother, but only with two eyes. Little
+Two-Eyes sang to me,</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Are you awake, little Three-Eyes?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are you asleep, little Two-Eyes?"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>and so two of my eyes went to sleep, but one stayed awake and watched.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> What did you see? Tell me quickly, dear little Three-Eyes.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Three-Eyes.</i> First she said,</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Little goat, bleat!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little table, rise!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>and the goat said, "Bla-a, bla-a, bla-a!" Then a table came up out of
+the ground. Oh! it was such a pretty little table with a white cloth
+over it and all kinds of good things on it. No wonder little Two-Eyes
+doesn't eat any of our common food. It<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span> isn't good enough for her! She
+has food fit for a queen,&mdash;nuts and cake, and candy, too!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> So that is why little Two-Eyes doesn't eat the crusts we save
+for her! Well, I'll see if she is going to have better food, than we
+have. Bring me the long sharp knife.</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>Goes out and soon returns.</i>]</p>
+
+<p>There, now the goat is dead. Little Two-Eyes, perhaps you'll eat the
+food we give you now!</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Two-Eyes.</i> Oh, my poor little goat! What shall I do without it!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> Go to bed, and to-morrow morning you shall go to the hillside
+alone. And you must stay there all day, too.</p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene VIII.</span>&mdash;<i>On the Hillside</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Little Two-Eyes.</i> Oh, dear! Oh, dear! my poor goat is dead! Now I shall
+be hungry and lonely too! Where shall I go, and what can I do?</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span><i>Little Wood Fairy.</i> Little Two-Eyes, why are you weeping?</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Two-Eyes.</i> Because my mother has killed my poor goat, and she
+has sent me here to stay all alone, and I am so hungry and thirsty
+again.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Wood Fairy.</i> Little Two-Eyes, let me tell you what to do. Ask
+your sisters to give you the heart of your goat. Bury it in the ground
+before the house door. Watch, and to-morrow a wonderful tree will come
+up out of the ground.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Two-Eyes.</i> Thank you, dear little woman! I'll go home and do as
+you have told me.</p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene IX.</span>&mdash;<i>At Home</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Little Two-Eyes.</i> Little One-Eye and little Three-Eyes, please let me
+have the heart of my goat!</p>
+
+<p><i>One-Eye.</i> Certainly, if that is all you want.</p>
+
+<p><i>Three-Eyes.</i> Here it is, but I don't see what you want it for!</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span><i>Little Two-Eyes</i> (<i>goes to door</i>). Now I'll plant it as the little
+woman told me. I wonder what kind of a tree will appear to-morrow? Poor
+little goat, I'm so sorry you have gone! Now I must go into the house
+and try to sleep.</p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene X.</span>&mdash;<i>In the Garden</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Little One-Eye.</i> Mamma, mamma, look here! Come quickly! Isn't this a
+wonderful tree!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> Why, how strange! This tree was not here yesterday. I wonder
+how it came! I never saw such a beautiful tree before!</p>
+
+<p><i>Little One-Eye.</i> Do you see the golden apples on it? O mamma! may we
+have some? Please, mother!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> Yes, dear little One-Eye. You are the oldest, climb up into
+the tree and pick some golden apples for us.</p>
+
+<p><i>One-Eye.</i> That will be fun. Here I go!</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span><i>Mother.</i> Why don't you get the apples, little One-Eye?</p>
+
+<p><i>Little One-Eye.</i> They all get away from me. When I try to pick one it
+springs back!</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 375px;">
+<img src="images/gray096.jpg" width="375" height="334" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> Come down, little One-Eye. Now little Three-Eyes, you can see
+better with your three eyes, than your sister with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span> her one eye. You may
+climb up and get some apples for us.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Three-Eyes.</i> I'll pick a lot of them and throw them down for you
+to catch. Why, how funny they act! I almost get one and it always
+springs away!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> Come down and let me try. I never heard of fruit that would
+not be picked. Now children, I'll get some of the lovely apples for you.
+There! Why, what is the matter? I can't reach a single apple.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Two-Eyes.</i> Let me try; perhaps I can pick some.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> You, with your two eyes! How can you expect to get them if we
+can't?</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Two-Eyes.</i> Please let me try, mother.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> Well, I suppose you can try, but I know you can't get them.</p>
+
+<p><i>Two-Eyes.</i> Here they are. Catch them, mother; catch them, little
+One-Eye! Oh, mother! I see a young man on horseback<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span> coming along the
+road. He looks like a prince.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> Hurry down, little Two-Eyes! He must not see you,&mdash;a girl with
+two eyes! I'm ashamed of you. Hide under this barrel!</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>The prince rides up.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>Prince.</i> Good morning, ladies, what a lovely tree you have here! She
+who gives me a branch shall have whatever she wishes.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little One-Eye.</i> The tree is ours, Great Prince; but when we try to get
+its fruit, it slips away from us.</p>
+
+<p><i>Prince.</i> It is strange, if the tree belongs to you, that you cannot get
+the fruit! But where do these apples come from?</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Three-Eyes.</i> We have another sister, but she has only two eyes
+and we are ashamed of her; so we hid her under this barrel, and she has
+rolled the apples out to you.</p>
+
+<p><i>Prince.</i> Little Two-Eyes, come out.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span> Can you get me a branch from this
+wonderful tree?</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Two-Eyes.</i> Yes, Prince; here is a branch with many golden apples
+on it.</p>
+
+<p><i>Prince.</i> And what is your wish, little Two-Eyes?</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Two-Eyes.</i> O Prince! My mother and my sisters are ashamed of me
+and do not treat me well. They do not give me enough to eat and they do
+not like to have me near them. Please take me away where I can be happy
+and free!</p>
+
+<p><i>Prince.</i> Come with me, little Two-Eyes; you shall go to my father's
+palace and be a little princess. There you will be happy and free and
+never be hungry or lonely again.</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h2><a name="THE_DAYS_OF_THE_WEEK" id="THE_DAYS_OF_THE_WEEK"></a>THE DAYS OF THE WEEK</h2>
+
+<p class="fm3">THE WEEK&mdash;<span class="smcap">Monday</span>, <span class="smcap">Tuesday</span>, <span class="smcap">Wednesday</span>, <span class="smcap">Thursday</span>, <span class="smcap">Friday</span>, <span class="smcap">Saturday</span>, <span class="smcap">Sunday</span></p>
+
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 159px;">
+<img src="images/gray100.jpg" width="159" height="300" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><i>Monday.</i> Well, I am glad to be here at last. Certainly my work is very
+important. As the first working day of the week, I begin all business;
+and I have always heard that if a thing is well begun, it is half done.
+People call me Moon-day&mdash;isn't that a pretty name, the day of the moon?
+How beautiful the moon is, riding in her silver chariot across the dark
+blue sky! I am proud of my name. The moon is constantly changing and I
+like change. I like brightness and cleanliness too, and good housewives
+wash their clothes on Monday. How white<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span> and clean they look hanging on
+the line! The sun and wind play hide and seek and help to cleanse the
+clothes. School begins on Monday and the little children run and laugh
+on their way to school. Every one seems happy that another week has
+begun.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 177px;">
+<img src="images/gray101.jpg" width="177" height="300" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><i>Tuesday.</i> I am named for Tui, the god of war. In the countries of the
+north I am greatly honored by all the people. Soldiers when going to war
+call on Tui for help, and they like to begin a battle on Tuesday. Monday
+likes to begin work, but I like to make some progress. The children
+always know their lessons better on Tuesday, and are happier than on
+Monday. The white clothes are sprinkled and rolled, and now the maids
+iron the pretty baby dresses and the house linen. They sing and laugh<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span>
+over their work. The world is all running smoothly on Tuesday, and I
+think I like my work the best.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 208px;">
+<img src="images/gray102.jpg" width="208" height="300" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><i>Wednesday.</i> I should be the best of days, for I am named for Woden, or
+Odin, the king of the gods. The hardest work of the week is finished
+when I come, and there is time for a rest. Perhaps mother will bake a
+special cake for dinner. To-day the children take their music lessons,
+and the boys go for a lesson in swimming or gymnastic exercise. This is
+the day young people choose for their wedding day, and you don't know
+how glad I am to be a part of their happiness. I believe I have more
+sunshine than the other days, for Woden likes to have clear skies and
+health-giving breezes. I would not change with any of my sister days.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 249px;">
+<img src="images/gray103.jpg" width="249" height="300" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><i>Thursday.</i> I bring the thunder and the lightning, and I cleave the dark
+clouds with my rapid flashes. I glory in a storm, for Thor, the god of
+thunder, has chosen me for his day, and I bear his name. A life of ease
+and quiet has no charms for me. I like the din and crash of war, the
+noise and hurry of business. The fury of the heavens, the crash of
+falling trees, the roaring of waters,&mdash;what can give greater pleasure?
+Business thrives on Thursday. Men rush to and fro, buying and selling,
+building great houses, digging in the mines, and sailing the seas. Life
+and action are my delight. Hurrah for Thor's day!</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 245px;">
+<img src="images/gray104.jpg" width="245" height="300" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><i>Friday.</i> After the bustle and work of the week I come to clean and
+settle all disturbances. Now dirt and dust must disappear under the
+broom and brush.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span> How the windows shine and how spotless is the hearth!
+Children rake up the leaves and burn them; all rubbish must be cleared
+away. Order and neatness I love; and so does Freya, for whom I am named.
+She is the goddess of beauty, and there is no beauty where neatness and
+order are absent. Some say that I am an unlucky day, but that is a
+mistake. See what wonderful things have happened on my day, what great
+men have been born on Friday! I am the last school day of the week, and
+to-day the children may forget lessons and play outdoors a little
+longer. To-day the family gather for a story at the twilight hour, and
+all is rest and happiness.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 185px;">
+<img src="images/gray105.jpg" width="185" height="300" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><i>Saturday.</i> I am the jolly day of the week. "School is out!" the
+children cry, and all day long they sing and call to each other in their
+games. To-day I smell the cakes and pies cooking in the range, for
+Saturday is baking day. How the little children love to watch mother
+stirring the cake and frosting, and how they beg to clean the sweet
+stuff out of the bowl. Father comes home earlier to-day, and all go for
+a walk in the woods or park. All men need a holiday, for "all work and
+no play makes Jack a dull boy." The boys play ball and run and shout in
+their joy. The girls have little parties, and cook gives them some fresh
+cakes. I am named for Saetere, god of the harvest, and he is always
+merry. So I wish all people to be happy on Saturday, the play day of the
+week.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 133px;">
+<img src="images/gray106.jpg" width="133" height="300" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><i>Sunday.</i> You have all spoken well, my sisters, and each one has some
+claim to be the best day of the week. How fine it is that every day
+holds some special joy in work or play! But you all know the highest joy
+is mine. I am named for the golden sun that gives light to the world. On
+Sunday men think of the inner light that makes them love the good and
+the true and persuades them to do right. To-day the family is united,
+and in the morning with fresh garments and happy faces they seek the
+knowledge of a higher life. Around the dinner table they talk happily
+together of their work and play, and they plan how they may do better
+work during the next week. Love and peace are in all hearts. A desire to
+help the weak and poor and sad is in every soul. I am happy and blest to
+be Sunday.</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h2><a name="HANSEL_AND_GRETEL" id="HANSEL_AND_GRETEL"></a>H&Auml;NSEL AND GRETEL</h2>
+
+<p class="fm3">PERSONS IN THE PLAY&mdash;<span class="smcap">H&auml;nsel</span>, <span class="smcap">Gretel</span>, <span class="smcap">Mother</span>, <span class="smcap">Father</span>, <span class="smcap">The Gingerbread
+Witch</span>, <span class="smcap">Sandman</span>, <span class="smcap">Children</span></p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>&mdash;<i>In the Cottage</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> I wish mother would come home! I'm cold and hungry. I'm tired
+of bread. I want some milk and sugar.</p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> Hush, H&auml;nsel; don't be cross!</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> If we only had something good to eat: eggs, and butter and
+meat. Oh, dear!</p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> Dear H&auml;nsel, if you will stop crying, I'll tell you a secret.</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> Oh, what is it? Something nice?</p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> Yes, indeed. Look in this jug! It is full of milk. Mother will
+make us a pudding for supper.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> Goody, goody! How thick the cream is! Let me taste it.</p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> Aren't you ashamed, you naughty boy! Take your finger out of
+the cream. We must go back to work. When mother comes she will be cross
+if you have not finished the broom.</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> I'll not work any more. I want to dance.</p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> So do I. I like to dance better than to work. Come, let us
+dance and sing.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Brother, come and dance with me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Both my hands I offer thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Right foot first,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Left foot then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Round about and back again.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> I can't dance. Show me what I ought to do.</p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> Look at me. Do this.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With your foot you tap, tap, tap!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With your hands you clap, clap, clap!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Right foot first,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Left foot then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Round about and back again.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel</i> (<i>dancing</i>).</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With your hands you clap, clap, clap!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With your foot you tap, tap, tap!<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Right foot first,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Left foot then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Round about and back again.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> That is fine, brotherkin! Soon you will dance as well as I.
+Come, try again.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With your head you nick, nick, nick!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With your fingers click, click, click!<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Right foot first,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Left foot then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Round about and back again.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O Gretel dear, O sister dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Come dance and sing with me.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span></div></div>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O H&auml;nsel dear, O brother dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Come dance and sing with me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Tra, la, la, tra, la, la,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">La, la, la, la, tra, la, la.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>Knocks down the milk.</i>]</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 475px;">
+<img src="images/gray110.jpg" width="475" height="341" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><i>Mother</i> (<i>enters</i>). What is all this noise?</p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> 'Twas H&auml;nsel. He wanted&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> 'Twas Gretel. She said I&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> Hush, you noisy children! What work have you done? Gretel,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span>
+your stocking is not done yet; and where are your brooms, you lazy Hans?
+You have knocked over the milk too! What shall we have for supper? Lazy
+folks can't stay in my house. Take the basket and go to the woods for
+strawberries. And don't dare to come back without them! Off with you!
+and be quick too!</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>The children go out. Mother sits weeping.</i>]</p>
+
+<p>Oh! I am so tired and hungry. Nothing in the house to eat. What shall I
+do for the poor hungry children&mdash;Oh, dear, what can I do!</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>Goes to sleep, crying.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>Father</i> (<i>enters, singing</i>).</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hillo, hilloo, hillo, hilloo,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little mother, where are you?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Mother</i> (<i>looking up</i>). Who is singing and making so much noise?</p>
+
+<p><i>Father.</i> I called you, for I am hungry and want my supper.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> Your supper! with nothing in the house to eat and nothing to
+drink.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span><i>Father.</i> Let us see. Open your eyes and look in my basket. Cheer up,
+mother!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> What do I see? Ham and butter and flour and sausage! Where did
+you get all these good things, father?</p>
+
+<p><i>Father.</i> Hurrah, won't we have a merry time, won't we have a happy
+time? I sold so many brooms at the fair that I could buy you all these
+good things and some tea besides.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> Tea! how good it smells and how glad I am! Now I will cook the
+supper.</p>
+
+<p><i>Father.</i> But where are the children? H&auml;nsel! Gretel! Where are they?</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> Oh, the bad children! They did no work and they were singing
+and dancing and spilled the milk, so I sent them to the woods to pick
+some strawberries for supper.</p>
+
+<p><i>Father.</i> Laughing and dancing! Why should you be angry? Where have they
+gone?</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span><i>Mother.</i> To the mountain.</p>
+
+<p><i>Father.</i> To the mountain! the home of the witch!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> What do you mean? The witch?</p>
+
+<p><i>Father.</i> Yes, the old witch of the mountain turns all children to
+gingerbread and then she eats them.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> Eats them! Oh, my children, my pretty little children! Come,
+we must find them! H&auml;nsel, Gretel, where are you?</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>Runs out.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>Father.</i> I will go with you, mother. Don't cry! we will surely find
+them.</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>Goes out.</i>]</p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>&mdash;<i>In the Forest</i></h3>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">H&auml;nsel</span>, <span class="smcap">Gretel</span></p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> See, my wreath is nearly done.</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> And the basket is filled with strawberries. Won't mother be
+pleased? We will have them for supper.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span><i>Gretel.</i> Let me put the wreath on you!</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> No, no! boys don't wear wreaths. Put it on your own head. You
+shall be queen of the woods.</p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> Then I must have a nosegay, too.</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> Now you have a scepter and a crown. You shall have some
+strawberries, too. Don't they taste good?</p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> Let me feed you.</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> And I'll feed you. Don't be greedy!</p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> Oh, H&auml;nsel, the berries are all gone. What naughty children we
+are! We must pick some more now for mother.</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> I don't care, I was so hungry. But it is too late to pick
+strawberries now. Let us go home.</p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> Let us hurry; it is dark and I'm afraid.</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> Pooh, <i>I'm</i> not afraid. But I can't see the way. Gretel, we're
+lost!</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span><i>Gretel.</i> What was that?</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> What?</p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> That shining there in the dark!</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> Pshaw, don't be afraid! That is a birch tree in its silver
+dress.</p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> There, see! a lantern is coming this way.</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> That is a will-of-the-wisp with its little candle.</p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> I'm frightened, I'm frightened! I wish I were home!</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> Gretelkin, stick close to me! I'll take care of you.</p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> See! what is that little man in gray?</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> I see him, too. I wonder who he is!</p>
+
+<p><i>Sandman</i> (<i>comes</i>).</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With my little bag of sand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By every child's bedside I stand.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then little tired eyelids close,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And little limbs have sweet repose.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then from the starry sphere above<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The angels come with peace and love.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then slumber, children, slumber,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For happy dreams are sent you<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through the hours you sleep.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>Goes away.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> I'm sleepy. Let us go to sleep.</p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> Let us say our prayers first.</p>
+
+<p><i>Both.</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When at night I go to sleep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fourteen angels watch do keep:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two my head are guarding,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two my feet are guiding,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two are on my right hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two are on my left hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two who warmly cover,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two who o'er me hover,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two to whom 'tis given<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To guide my steps to Heaven.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> Good night, dear brother.</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> Good night, dear sister. Don't be afraid. I'll take care of
+you.</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>They sleep.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span></p>
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene III.</span>&mdash;<i>In the Wood&mdash;Morning</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> Wake up, dear little sister! The birds are singing and it is
+time to get up!</p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> I'm awake, dear brother. Come, let us hurry home.</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> Here is a path! Oh, Gretel, look at the pretty house!</p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> A cottage all made of chocolate creams!</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> The house seems to smile!</p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> It looks good enough to eat.</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> Let's nibble it!</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>A voice within the house.</i>]</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nibble, nibble, manikin!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who's nibbling at my housekin?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> Oh, did you hear?</p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> It's the wind!</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> Never mind, let us eat the cake. I'm hungry. Take a bite!
+Isn't it good?</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span><i>Gretel.</i> Yes, and look at the candy! What a funny fence this is! It
+looks like little boys and girls made of gingerbread with sugar
+trimmings. I wonder who lives in this house?</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>The Gingerbread Woman comes out of the house and speaks.</i>]</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 425px;">
+<img src="images/gray118.jpg" width="425" height="357" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You've come to visit me, that is sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You charming children, so good to eat!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span></div></div>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> Who are you, ugly one? Let me go!</p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> Take your arms away from me!</p>
+
+<p><i>The Gingerbread Witch.</i> Come into my house, little children! You may
+have sugarplums and peaches and cherries and candies and everything nice
+that little folks like!</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> No, I won't! I don't want to go into your house. I want to go
+home!</p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> I don't like you, Mrs. Gingerbread! You aren't nice like my
+mother. I want to go home to my own mother!</p>
+
+<p><i>The Gingerbread Witch.</i> Come, dear little Gretel. You must go in with
+me. We'll leave H&auml;nsel in this little house outside. He must get fatter,
+so we will give him many good things to eat. Get in, H&auml;nsel. I must lock
+you in!</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> What are you going to do with me?</p>
+
+<p><i>The Gingerbread Witch.</i> I'll fatten you up nicely and then you will
+see! Now<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span> I'll go inside for some sugarplums. You wait here, Gretel,
+until I come back. Hocus, pocus, malus locus! now you can't move!</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>Goes in.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> Listen, Gretel! Watch the old witch and see everything she
+does to me. Hush, she's coming back!</p>
+
+<p><i>The Gingerbread Witch.</i> Now, Hans, eat this raisin. It will make you
+fat! Now, Gretel, you have stood still long enough.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hocus, pocus, elder bush!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rigid body loosen, hush!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Then, Gretel, you must come with me, but Hans cannot move until he gets
+nice and fat like you. Run in, little daughter, and get some more nuts
+and raisins for him. I like plump little bodies like yours!</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>Gretel goes in.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> Please let me out, Mrs. Gingerbread.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Gingerbread Witch.</i> When you are fatter. Now I must look to my
+fire. It<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span> is burning well, and the oven will soon be hot enough to bake
+my dinner. When I change my gingerbread I'll pop little Gretel in and
+shut the door.</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>Gretel comes in very quietly and goes to Hans.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hocus, pocus, elder bush!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rigid body loosen, hush!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>The Gingerbread Witch.</i> What are you saying?</p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> Oh, nothing,&mdash;only,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><i>The Gingerbread Witch.</i> Only what?</p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> Only, much good may it do to Hans!</p>
+
+<p><i>The Gingerbread Witch.</i> Poor Hans is too thin, but I hope the raisins
+and nuts will be good for him. But, you, my plump little Gretel, are
+just fat enough&mdash;come, peep in the oven and see if the gingerbread is
+ready!</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel</i> (<i>softly</i>).</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sister dear, have a care;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She means to hurt you, so beware!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span></div></div>
+
+<p><i>Gretel</i> (<i>shyly</i>). I don't understand what I am to do!</p>
+
+<p><i>The Gingerbread Witch.</i> Do? Why, open the oven door!</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> Sister dear, now take care!</p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> I'm such a goose, I don't understand.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Gingerbread Witch.</i> Do as I say, it's only play! This is the way.</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>Opens the door and looks in oven. Hans and Gretel run and push her
+in.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>Children sing.</i> One little push, bang goes the door, clang! Now, let us
+be happy, dancing so merrily. Hurrah! Hurrah!</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> Why, see the children, Gretel. The fence is moving! The
+gingerbread children are <i>real</i> children, but their eyes are shut!</p>
+
+<p><i>The Children.</i> We are saved! We are saved!</p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> Who are you? Why do you keep your eyes shut? You're sleeping
+and yet you are talking!</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span><i>The Children.</i> O touch us, we pray, that we may awake!</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> The witch has changed them into gingerbread children. I know
+what to do. Let us say what the witch said to you, and what you said to
+me!</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel and Gretel.</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hocus, pocus, elder bush!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rigid body loosen, hush!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>The Children.</i> (<i>Opening their eyes and running toward H&auml;nsel and
+Gretel.</i>) We thank you, we thank you both!</p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> Oh, I am so glad!</p>
+
+<p><i>The Children.</i> The spell is broken and we are free. The witch can do us
+no more harm. Come, let us shout for glee!</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come, children all, and form a ring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Join hands together, while we sing.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> Oh, H&auml;nsel dear, I wish father and mother were here!</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> Look, Gretel! There they are!</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>Father and Mother enter.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>Father.</i> Why, mother, the children are here! Come, my dear H&auml;nsel and
+Gretel! How glad I am we have found you safe and well!</p>
+
+<p><i>H&auml;nsel.</i> Oh, father, we must tell you all about the Gingerbread Witch!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> My dear children, were you frightened?</p>
+
+<p><i>Gretel.</i> Yes, mother, I was. But, mother, H&auml;nsel comforted me, and we
+said our prayers and went to sleep.</p>
+
+<p><i>Mother.</i> The good angels watched over you and brought you back! Come,
+let us go to the village and take all these dear children to their
+mothers. Won't they be surprised and happy to see their dear children
+again?</p>
+
+<p><i>Father.</i> Come, children!</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 421px;">
+<img src="images/gray125.jpg" width="421" height="500" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>KING ALFRED</h2>
+
+<p class="fm3">PERSONS IN THE PLAY&mdash;<span class="smcap">Queen Judith</span>, <span class="smcap">Ethelbald</span>, <span class="smcap">Ethelbert</span>, <span class="smcap">Ethelred</span>,
+<span class="smcap">Alfred</span>, <span class="smcap">Peasants</span>, <span class="smcap">King's Officers</span></p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>&mdash;<i>In the Castle</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Ethelbald.</i> Tell us a story, lady mother.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ethelbert.</i> Yes, tell us a story.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span><i>Ethelred.</i> I wish it would stop raining, so that we might take our
+hawks for a hunt!</p>
+
+<p><i>Queen.</i> I have something to show you, my princes. Is not this a
+beautiful book?</p>
+
+<p><i>Alfred.</i> How lovely the red velvet, and see, the clasp is of gold!</p>
+
+<p><i>Ethelred.</i> And there are jewels in the clasp!</p>
+
+<p><i>Queen.</i> It is well bound, as so precious a volume should be; but the
+binding is the least valuable part of the book. Shall we look within?</p>
+
+<p><i>Ethelbald.</i> Pray show us, lady mother!</p>
+
+<p><i>Queen.</i> Observe the forms of mighty warriors, fair ladies, and royal
+chiefs of the olden times in bright and glowing colors.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ethelbert.</i> How brave they look! Who are they? Tell us of them, dear
+mother.</p>
+
+<p><i>Queen.</i> These pictures are beautiful and appeal to the eye, but neither
+they nor<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span> the velvet and gold of the binding give the joy which is
+greatest.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alfred.</i> What do you mean, dear lady mother?</p>
+
+<p><i>Queen.</i> This is a book I greatly enjoy, for it is full of the tales of
+the mighty King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table. You will like
+to hear me read these brave stories when you are tired with your day's
+work, or on rainy days when you can neither hunt nor ride. Then you know
+not how to amuse yourselves and time is heavy on your hands, since you
+can neither read nor play upon the musical instruments that give us so
+much pleasure.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ethelred.</i> The book is so lovely. Let me take it, lady mother!</p>
+
+<p><i>Queen.</i> I would that the children of my royal husband could read the
+book.</p>
+
+<p><i>Ethelbald.</i> Our father does not think much of books and music. He likes
+to hunt and fight, and so do I.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span><i>Ethelred.</i> And I love to hunt, but I love to hear the stories of great
+kings and warriors, too.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alfred.</i> To which of us wilt thou give the book, lady mother?</p>
+
+<p><i>Queen.</i> I will bestow it on him who shall first learn how to read it.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alfred.</i> Will you really, dear mother?</p>
+
+<p><i>Queen.</i> Yes, upon the faith of a queen, I will. I will not give it to
+one who cannot read it. Books are meant for the learned and not for the
+ignorant. The sons of a king should cease to play with toys.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alfred.</i> May I take the book a little while?</p>
+
+<p><i>Queen.</i> Yes, you may take the precious volume, Alfred, for I know you
+will not injure it, and I hope you will soon learn how to make its
+wisdom your own.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alfred.</i> Thank you, lady mother. I shall study the book and learn to
+read, for I wish to know all about the brave knights of Arthur's court.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span></p>
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>&mdash;<i>Years later, when Alfred is King</i></h3>
+
+<p class="fm3"><span class="smcap">King Alfred</span>, <span class="smcap">Oscar the Earl</span>, <span class="smcap">Odulph, the Earl's Son</span></p>
+
+<p><i>Alfred.</i> All the others have gone back to their homes. In no other way
+can ye serve me. Wherefore do ye go about to weep and break my heart?</p>
+
+<p><i>Oscar.</i> We weep, royal Alfred, because thou hast forbidden us to share
+thy fortunes; as if we were the swarm of summer flies, who follow only
+while the sun shineth.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alfred.</i> My valiant Oscar, and you my faithful Odulph, listen to me. I
+do not despair. The time is not ripe now for further war. Our foes the
+Danes have conquered us for a time. I trust that the time will come when
+we shall drive them from our land. But we must do that which seems best
+for the present and seek to be more successful in the future. We must
+not sit down and weep; no, this rather shall you do. Go back to your own
+people and keep me<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span> in their memory. When the Dane rules most cruelly,
+then rise up and cry aloud in the ears of the people, "Alfred the king
+yet liveth!" Then gather the soldiers and I shall come to lead them to
+victory.</p>
+
+<p><i>Oscar.</i> Thou shalt be obeyed, my royal lord. I will return to my men
+and do as thou hast said. But let my son Odulph stay with thee, if only
+as thy servant.</p>
+
+<p><i>Odulph.</i> Well will I serve thee, my royal lord. It is not well for the
+king to fare alone.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alfred.</i> I am well content to serve myself, or even to be servant to
+others, until a happier time shall come. If Odulph desires to serve me,
+it shall be by bringing good tidings of your success with my people.
+When the time comes that we may again fight for our country, let him
+bring me the welcome message. Then we will free our country from the
+Danish yoke.</p>
+
+<p><i>Oscar.</i> Farewell, my royal master, since thou wilt have it so.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span><i>Odulph.</i> And may the time soon come when I shall bring the message to
+thee!</p>
+
+<p><i>Alfred.</i> Farewell, my loyal friends. All will be well.</p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene III.</span>&mdash;<i>In the Peasant's Home</i></h3>
+
+<p class="fm3"><span class="smcap">King Alfred</span>, <span class="smcap">Peasant Cudred</span>, <span class="smcap">Wife Switha</span></p>
+
+<p><i>Alfred.</i> Save you, good father! May a Saxon stranger, whom the Danish
+robbers have made homeless, share a lodging with thy master's cattle for
+the night?</p>
+
+<p><i>Cudred.</i> Wilt thou swear to me that thou art not a Dane in disguise?</p>
+
+<p><i>Alfred.</i> I say to thee, my friend, I am no Dane, but a true Saxon.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cudred.</i> Then thou shalt share the calf's crib to-night. Perchance thou
+art hungry, too?</p>
+
+<p><i>Alfred.</i> To say truth, father, I have not broken my fast to-day;
+neither have I had aught to drink save from these marshy streams. I
+shall be right thankful for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span> some food, even a crust of coarsest rye
+bread.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cudred.</i> Rye bread, forsooth! Thou talkest of dainties indeed! Thou
+wilt get nothing better than flat oaten cakes here.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alfred.</i> I have always wished to taste an oaten cake.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cudred.</i> Follow me, then, and thou shalt have thy desire. Switha,
+Switha!</p>
+
+<p><i>Switha.</i> Well, I hear thee!</p>
+
+<p><i>Cudred.</i> Switha, I have brought thee home a guest who will be glad to
+partake of our supper.</p>
+
+<p><i>Switha.</i> A guest! And thinkest thou I've naught better to do than broil
+fish and bake cakes for all the vagabonds who roam the land?</p>
+
+<p><i>Cudred.</i> Patience, good Switha. I have not asked thee to cook for a
+vagabond. This is an honest Saxon whom it will be charity to feed and
+shelter for the night.</p>
+
+<p><i>Switha.</i> Let me hold the torch and see<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span> this Saxon guest. Thou lookest
+like a guest of fashion, sorry fellow!</p>
+
+<p><i>Cudred.</i> Cease thy scolding talk, woman! I see by this light that our
+guest hath not been used to beg for charity from such as thou. Why be so
+hard of heart and by thy rude taunts make bitter the food he must
+receive from our hands?</p>
+
+<p><i>Switha.</i> I have heard that charity begins at home, and I am sure we are
+poor enough.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cudred.</i> Not poor enough to refuse food to the hungry, such as it is.
+Here is fish, and here an oaten cake which you wish to taste.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alfred.</i> Thanks for your goodness, kind host. Indeed, I am hungry.</p>
+
+<p><i>Switha.</i> You eat like a hungry wolf.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alfred.</i> And now I am hungry no longer. I thank you both for a good
+supper, and I hope you will never be sorry you have given charity to a
+stranger. Now, Cudred, I shall be glad to sleep.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cudred.</i> This way, then, to the bed of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span> straw. Now, tell me truly, art
+thou not some mighty earl in disguise?</p>
+
+<p><i>Alfred.</i> I am Alfred, thy king&mdash;I know from thy goodness to me when
+thou thoughtest me a beggar that thou art a good man, therefore I
+confide in thee. I know thou wilt not betray thy king.</p>
+
+<p><i>Cudred.</i> Not all the gold of Denmark should tempt me to commit so base
+a crime, but we must not let Switha know who thou art, my royal master.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alfred.</i> I shall be careful. Soon, I hope, my friends will bring me
+word that my army awaits me, when I shall again try to set my country
+free.</p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene IV.</span>&mdash;<i>In the Peasant's Hut</i></h3>
+
+<p class="fm3"><span class="smcap">King Alfred</span>, <span class="smcap">Switha</span></p>
+
+<p><i>King Alfred.</i> It rains so hard to-day that I cannot hunt, so will mend
+my bow and make some new arrows. May I sit by your fire, good dame
+Switha?</p>
+
+<p><i>Switha.</i> Yes, and as I have made a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span> good batch of cakes you might watch
+them bake.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alfred.</i> Gladly will I watch them. Show me what I must do.</p>
+
+<p><i>Switha.</i> Turn them often before the fire, thus, so that they will not
+burn. Now I will go for more wood for the fire.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alfred.</i> How long, I wonder, must I remain in hiding. It is very hard
+to wait. If only I knew how my people were faring. Will the time never
+come when I can rule over England and unite my people? So many plans
+have I for their happiness and progress. Schools we must have. The Bible
+must be translated for the people to read. Roads must be built and the
+country made safe for all. How long must I sit in Cudred's cottage
+mending arrows when my heart wishes to help my suffering people!</p>
+
+<p><i>Switha</i> (<i>running in</i>). I thought I smelled them burning! Oh, thou
+lazy, useless fellow! Thou art ready enough to eat the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span> cakes, but too
+lazy to keep them from burning. No wonder thou hast no home, idle as
+thou art.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alfred.</i> I pray thee, good dame, forgive me. I was lost in thought of
+happier days and forgot my duty. Really I am sorry.</p>
+
+<p><i>Switha.</i> Ay, ay, that is always the way with thee. That smooth tongue
+of thine is better to thee than silver or gold; for it obtains for thee
+food, lodging, and friends, and softens all the wrath thy faults
+provoke. However, I shall set by all the burnt cakes for thy portion of
+the week's bread, I promise thee; and thou shalt have no other till they
+are all eaten.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alfred.</i> My good mistress, here comes a pilgrim boy to ask thy charity.
+May I bestow one of these cakes on him?</p>
+
+<p><i>Switha.</i> Thou mayest do what thou wilt with thine own, man! but do not
+presume to give away my property to idle fellows like thyself.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alfred.</i> But, mistress, may I not give<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span> him that which was to have been
+my portion for dinner?</p>
+
+<p><i>Switha.</i> No, indeed! I have enough to do with feeding one vagrant
+without adding all the lazy pilgrims who pass by.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alfred.</i> See, mistress, my amulet! I will give thee this jewel, Switha,
+if thou wilt permit me to feed this poor pilgrim.</p>
+
+<p><i>Switha.</i> Very well, then. Give him thy portion while I go and hide the
+jewel.</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>Goes out as Odulph enters.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>Alfred.</i> Welcome, Odulph! Tell me thy tidings. I hunger for good news.</p>
+
+<p><i>Odulph.</i> My tidings, royal Alfred, are these: Hubba, the Dane, the
+terror of England, is slain, and his banner of the Raven waves in my
+father's hall!</p>
+
+<p><i>Alfred.</i> What? Is thy father's castle in the possession of the Danes?</p>
+
+<p><i>Odulph.</i> Not so, my royal master; but the banner of the Danes, captured
+by your victorious Saxons, hangs in his hall. We were pent up in the
+castle by the Danes<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span> till our provisions failed. When the last loaf was
+eaten, and our archers had launched their last arrows, my valiant father
+led the garrison in an attack upon the foe.</p>
+
+<p><i>Alfred.</i> Brave Oscar! And you defeated them!</p>
+
+<p><i>Odulph.</i> Yes, because of the carelessness of the Danes. They believed
+they had us in their power, and they never dreamed we would leave the
+castle walls. Few as we were, we fell upon them and slew their chiefs.
+The soldiers fled, and left our men victorious. Then my father raised
+the cry, "Alfred the king!" All the country is calling, "Alfred the
+king!"</p>
+
+<p><i>Alfred.</i> The time is ripe. I thank you, Odulph. Your father is a noble
+man, and I shall know how to show a king's gratitude to you both. Shall
+we go?</p>
+
+<p><i>Odulph.</i> Lead on, King Alfred, England is ready. Soon you shall head
+your army shouting, "Long live King Alfred!"</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h2><a name="ROBIN_HOOD_AND_THE_SAD_KNIGHT" id="ROBIN_HOOD_AND_THE_SAD_KNIGHT"></a>ROBIN HOOD AND THE SAD KNIGHT</h2>
+
+<p class="fm3">PERSONS IN THE PLAY&mdash;<span class="smcap">Robin Hood</span>, <span class="smcap">Little John</span>, <span class="smcap">Midge</span>, <span class="smcap">Will Scarlet</span>, <span class="smcap">The
+Abbot</span>, <span class="smcap">The Knight</span>, <span class="smcap">The Prior</span>, <span class="smcap">The Lord Chief Justice</span>, <span class="smcap">The Lady</span></p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>&mdash;<i>In the Greenwood.</i></h3>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>Robin Hood and his men making arrows.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>Robin Hood.</i> This feather is too short. Give me another, Little John.
+This is a better one.</p>
+
+<p><i>Midge.</i> Making arrows is not a simple thing, is it, my master?</p>
+
+<p><i>Robin Hood.</i> Indeed, no; if the feathers be too short, the arrows will
+not keep true to their course; and if the feathers be too long, the
+arrows will not fly swiftly.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little John.</i> If all men knew how to make arrows, their skill in
+shooting would seem greater. Look to your arrows, say I, before you
+shoot.</p>
+
+<p><i>Will Scarlet.</i> We should thank the gray<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span> goose for the even growth of
+her feathers, which carries our arrows straight to the mark.</p>
+
+<p><i>Robin Hood.</i> First the strong bow that bends to our hand, then the
+straight arrow, tough and trim, and the feathers that wing it to its
+mark. But best of all the steady hand and keen eye that direct our
+winged shaft. But you have worked well this morning, my men, and now we
+may rest awhile. Sing us a song, Will Scarlet, while we lie beneath the
+friendly oak.</p>
+
+<p><i>Will Scarlet</i> (<i>sings</i>).</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The hunt is up! the hunt is up!<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And it is well-nigh day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Harry our king has gone hunting<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To bring his deer to bay.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The east is bright with morning light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And darkness, it is fled;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the merry horn wakes up the morn<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To leave his idle bed.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Awake, all men! I say again<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Be merry as you may!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Harry our king is gone hunting<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To bring the deer to bay.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Little John.</i> This song is well enough in its way, but for me, I should
+much prefer a good dinner. The morning's work has given me a fine
+appetite and I long for food.</p>
+
+<p><i>Robin Hood.</i> It is good to eat, but not before we find some rich
+traveler to pay the bill. Ride out, my man, and find us a host. Willing
+or unwilling, bid him come.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little John.</i> With right good will, my master; and may I soon meet with
+him!</p>
+
+<p><i>Robin Hood.</i> Remember well, no farmer shall you bring. He works for
+what he gets and shall live in peace. And the laborer who toils for wife
+and child you must not harm. Only those who oppress the poor and weak,
+those who are selfish<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span> and unkind, who play while others weep, these
+shall you bring to me.</p>
+
+<p><i>Will Scarlet.</i> But look, my master, what sorrowing knight rides there?
+His garments are rich and his horse gayly decked, but his countenance is
+sad and he rides slowly, careless of the way.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little John.</i> Hail, gentle knight; my master awaits you and fain would
+have your company at dinner.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Knight.</i> At dinner,&mdash;in the wood! Who is your master?</p>
+
+<p><i>Little John.</i> Robin Hood is he: and here he is to bid you welcome.</p>
+
+<p><i>Robin Hood.</i> Welcome, Sir Knight, thrice welcome art thou, for I have
+fasted beyond the dinner hour. Pray you, dismount.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Knight.</i> God save you and all your company!</p>
+
+<p><i>Midge.</i> The dinner is served, my master.</p>
+
+<p><i>Robin Hood.</i> Will you join us, Sir Knight? Here are pheasants and swans
+and meat of the deer.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span><i>The Knight.</i> Such a good dinner, with so many brave men, I have not
+eaten for many a day. If I come again to this country, I will make thee
+as good a dinner. But Heaven knows when that will be!</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/gray143.jpg" width="350" height="334" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><i>Robin Hood.</i> Thanks for your kind offer.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span> But in the greenwood our
+guests must pay for their food. A yeoman does not pay for a rich knight!</p>
+
+<p><i>The Knight.</i> Sorry am I that you must call me poor. I would that I
+could pay you, but in my saddlebags are no more than ten shillings.</p>
+
+<p><i>Robin Hood.</i> Is that indeed the truth, Sir Knight? Look carefully,
+Little John; if the knight speaks truly, he shall keep the ten
+shillings, but if not&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><i>Little John.</i> Indeed, my master, the knight speaks truly, for this is
+all the money I can find.</p>
+
+<p><i>Robin Hood.</i> How comes it, noble knight, that thou art so poor? Come,
+tell me the story. Mayhap I can help thee.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Knight.</i> I am Sir Richard of Lea, and my ancestors have been
+knights for a hundred years. A year ago I had plenty of money to spend
+as I would. But now I have nothing for my wife and my children, who weep
+for my absence from them.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span><i>Robin Hood.</i> But how did you lose all your money?</p>
+
+<p><i>The Knight.</i> Perhaps you will think I lost it in a foolish way. My son,
+whom I dearly love, is a manly youth. Well can he shoot and joust fairly
+in the field. But once, in a quarrel, he slew a youth, and to save him,
+I pledged all my lands. Unless I redeem them by All Saints Day I shall
+lose them all.</p>
+
+<p><i>Robin Hood.</i> What is the sum you are bound to pay?</p>
+
+<p><i>The Knight.</i> Four hundred pounds. The day is near and I have nothing.</p>
+
+<p><i>Robin Hood.</i> But what canst thou do if thou losest thy land? What wilt
+thou do?</p>
+
+<p><i>The Knight.</i> I will sail far away over the seas. I cannot remain in
+England.</p>
+
+<p><i>Robin Hood.</i> It is a small sum. Hast thou no friends to help thee in
+thy need?</p>
+
+<p><i>The Knight.</i> Many friends had I when I had money and lands. Now when I
+need<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span> their help they turn away and know me not.</p>
+
+<p><i>Robin Hood.</i> By my faith, gentle knight, thou shalt not want for a
+friend. Little John, go to the chest and count out four hundred pounds.</p>
+
+<p><i>Will Scarlet.</i> Shall he not have cloth for a coat, gentle master? He is
+thinly clad.</p>
+
+<p><i>Robin Hood.</i> Well said, Will Scarlet; go, get three measures of every
+kind, that he may be warmly and gayly clad.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little John.</i> Here is the money, Robin Hood, and good measure.</p>
+
+<p><i>Robin Hood.</i> And what will you give, Little John, who are so generous
+with my money?</p>
+
+<p><i>Little John.</i> A pair of golden spurs, that he may ride fast to his
+castle and redeem his lands.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Knight.</i> Many thanks, Little John, and to you, my good friend. Tell
+me, Robin Hood, when shall I come to return the money you so kindly lend
+me?</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span><i>Robin Hood.</i> This day twelvemonth; and a happy year may it be! We will
+meet under this trysting tree. Till then, be merry!</p>
+
+<p><i>The Knight.</i> I shall be with you a year from to-day. Farewell.</p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>&mdash;<i>In the Abbot's Hall</i></h3>
+
+<p class="fm3"><span class="smcap">The Abbot</span>, <span class="smcap">The Prior</span></p>
+
+<p><i>The Abbot.</i> This day a year ago Sir Richard Lea borrowed four hundred
+pounds from me. He promised to pay in a year or lose his land. If he
+does not return to-day, the land will be mine.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Prior.</i> The day is now far spent. Perhaps he will come yet.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Abbot.</i> I am sure I hope he will not. I trust he has left England.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Prior.</i> The land is worth much more than four hundred pounds. It
+were a pity if he did not redeem it.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Abbot.</i> Thou art ever crossing me!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span> Speak no more about it! Where
+is the Lord Justice?</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 352px;">
+<img src="images/gray148.jpg" width="352" height="375" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><i>Lord Justice</i> (<i>enters</i>). Here I am. I have just come from London to do
+justice on that Knight. Where is he?</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span><i>The Abbot.</i> The Knight has failed to come with the money and this is
+the day when the land falls to me.</p>
+
+<p><i>Lord Justice.</i> I dare swear he will not come and thou shalt have his
+lands. I now declare that the knight, Sir Richard Lea, has failed to
+keep his promise and his lands are&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><i>The Knight</i> (<i>entering and kneeling before the Abbot</i>). Rejoice with
+me, Sir Abbot. I am come to keep my day.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Abbot.</i> What dost thou say? Hast brought the money?</p>
+
+<p><i>The Knight</i> (<i>to try the Abbot</i>). Not a penny, but&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><i>The Abbot.</i> What dost thou here without the money?</p>
+
+<p><i>The Knight.</i> To ask your kindness and patience, Sir Abbot, for a longer
+time.</p>
+
+<p><i>Lord Justice.</i> The day has come. Thou losest thy land, Sir Knight,
+since thou canst not pay.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Knight.</i> Good Lord Justice, help me<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span> against my foes! I will surely
+pay, but must have more time.</p>
+
+<p><i>Lord Justice.</i> I am sorry for thee, Sir Richard, but the law is plain.
+Either pay your debt or lose your land.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Knight.</i> Sir Abbot, I pray thee, have pity.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Abbot.</i> Get the land when thou canst, thou gettest no pity from me.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Knight.</i> By my faith, then, if I get not my land again, thou shalt
+pay dearly for it.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Abbot.</i> Get thee gone, false knight! Darest thou threaten me?</p>
+
+<p><i>The Knight.</i> False knight I am not, for I have fought well for my king.</p>
+
+<p><i>Lord Justice.</i> Sir Abbot, the day is not yet gone. What wilt thou give
+the knight to hold his peace?</p>
+
+<p><i>The Abbot.</i> A hundred pounds.</p>
+
+<p><i>Lord Justice.</i> Make it two hundred.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Knight.</i> No, nor nine hundred. Ye shall not have my land! Here, Sir
+Abbot,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span> are the four hundred pounds. Had you been less covetous, I would
+have given interest. Now, get you gone, all of you; and learn to deal
+more justly and kindly with those in need. [<i>They go out.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>Lady Lea</i> (<i>entering</i>). Oh, my dear husband! how glad I am to hear your
+voice again.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Knight.</i> Happy am I to see you and to be at home again. I must tell
+you how kind Robin Hood has been to me.</p>
+
+<p><i>Lady Lea.</i> Robin Hood your friend? Is he not the outlaw of the forest?</p>
+
+<p><i>The Knight.</i> Yes; but he is kind to all who are unhappy or oppressed.
+He saved me from leaving England and gave me money to redeem my land.</p>
+
+<p><i>Lady Lea.</i> How I long to thank him for his goodness to you.</p>
+
+<p><i>The Knight.</i> In a year we will go to him and repay the four hundred
+pounds.</p>
+
+<p><i>Lady Lea.</i> I shall be glad to see him and his merry men, and try to
+thank them all.</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h2><a name="WILLIAM_TELL" id="WILLIAM_TELL"></a>WILLIAM TELL</h2>
+
+<h3>A STORY OF SWITZERLAND. <span class="lowercase smcap">A.D.</span> 1307</h3>
+
+<p class="fm3">PERSONS IN THE PLAY&mdash;<span class="smcap">William Tell</span>; <span class="smcap">Lewis, his son</span>; <span class="smcap">Albert, his son</span>;
+<span class="smcap">Annette, his wife</span>; <span class="smcap">Lalotte, his niece</span>, <span class="smcap">Gessler</span>, <span class="smcap">Soldiers</span></p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>&mdash;<i>At Tell's Home</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Albert.</i> Lewis, doesn't the quail smell good?</p>
+
+<p><i>Lewis.</i> Yes, I wish I could have some of it!</p>
+
+<p><i>Lalotte.</i> Hush! the quail is for your father.</p>
+
+<p><i>Albert.</i> I know that, Lalotte; but I am hungry, and I like quail.</p>
+
+<p><i>Lalotte.</i> Your father will be cold and hungry, for he has been on a
+long journey.</p>
+
+<p><i>Albert.</i> But perhaps he will not come. Mother, mother! may we have the
+quail if father is late? It is done now, and it will not be good if it
+is cooked any more.</p>
+
+<p><i>Lalotte.</i> Hush, you greedy boy! If I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span> were your mother, I would send
+you to bed for thinking of such a thing.</p>
+
+<p><i>Albert.</i> You are not the mistress. You are not the mistress, and I
+shall not go to bed because you say so!</p>
+
+<p><i>William Tell</i> (<i>at door</i>). But you shall go to bed, young man, if your
+Cousin Lalotte tells you to do so. Take them to bed, Lalotte.</p>
+
+<p><i>Albert.</i> Oh, father! We were only joking.</p>
+
+<p><i>Lewis.</i> Please, father, don't send us to bed.</p>
+
+<p><i>William Tell.</i> I must, my boy, because it is late, and I have news for
+your mother. Good night, my sons.</p>
+
+<p><i>Boys.</i> Good night, dear father.</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>They go out with Lalotte.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>William Tell.</i> Thy father's news is not for young ears.</p>
+
+<p><i>Annette.</i> There is a sadness in thy voice, and trouble in thy face!
+Tell me what has happened to thee! Wilt thou not trust me?</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span><i>William Tell.</i> Yes, my Annette! Thou hast ever been a good wife and
+faithful friend. Why should I conceal my deeds from thee?</p>
+
+<p><i>Annette.</i> What hast thou done, my husband?</p>
+
+<p><i>William Tell.</i> Perhaps thou wilt blame me.</p>
+
+<p><i>Annette.</i> Nay, for thou art a good man, and whatever thou doest is
+right in my eyes.</p>
+
+<p><i>William Tell.</i> Thou knowest how our foreign rulers oppress the good
+people of Switzerland?</p>
+
+<p><i>Annette.</i> I do, but why should we poor peasants worry over the affairs
+of the nobles?</p>
+
+<p><i>William Tell.</i> But they are our troubles, too. So to-night I have met
+with three and thirty men, brave and loyal hearts, who have sworn to
+resist our oppressors and free our land from tyranny.</p>
+
+<p><i>Annette.</i> But how can three-and-thirty<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span> men think to conquer the armies
+of foreign tyrants?</p>
+
+<p><i>William Tell.</i> Sometimes great events are brought about by small means.
+All the people in their hearts hate the false ruler of our poor country,
+and many of these will willingly die for her sake.</p>
+
+<p><i>Annette.</i> Thou art brave, my husband, but what can so few do?</p>
+
+<p><i>William Tell.</i> Think of it! The father of one of our band has just been
+put to a cruel death. No man knows where the tyrant will strike next.
+Perhaps Gessler will pick me out for the next victim.</p>
+
+<p><i>Annette.</i> Thee! What charge could he bring against thee?</p>
+
+<p><i>William Tell.</i> He could say that I am the friend of my country, which
+in the tyrant Gessler's mind is a crime.</p>
+
+<p><i>Annette.</i> But Gessler will never hear of us, humble peasants. He is too
+far above us to care what we think.</p>
+
+<p><i>William Tell.</i> Not so, my dear wife.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span> Gessler will not permit us to
+hold our thoughts in secret. He has a plan to discover our inmost
+thoughts.</p>
+
+<p><i>Annette.</i> What plan can he make to read our minds?</p>
+
+<p><i>William Tell.</i> A clever plan to tell a freeman from a slave. In
+Altdorf, our capital city, he has set up a pole. Upon the top of this
+pole he has put the cap of the Austrian king and has ordered every man
+to take off his hat as he passes by, to show that he yields to the
+Austrian rule. Is not this a brave plan? He who obeys the tyrant is a
+slave. Wouldst thou have thy husband doff his cap to his country's
+tyrant?</p>
+
+<p><i>Annette.</i> Never! I should despise thee, couldst thou do it!</p>
+
+<p><i>William Tell.</i> That is my own brave wife! Thou speakest as a free
+woman, the mother of free children, should speak. And our children shall
+be free! When I go to Altdorf I shall refuse to obey<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span> the order of
+Gessler and all Switzerland shall know that William Tell will not bow to
+a foreign tyrant.</p>
+
+<p><i>Annette.</i> But why go to Altdorf, my husband? Thou knowest the power of
+Gessler and his cruelty!</p>
+
+<p><i>William Tell.</i> Wouldst have me a coward? No, dear wife. When my
+business calls me to Altdorf I shall go and in all ways act as a free
+man, loyal to my country and afraid of no one.</p>
+
+<p><i>Annette.</i> Thou art a brave man, my husband, and I honor thee.</p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>&mdash;<i>Altdorf: The Market place</i></h3>
+
+<p class="fm3"><span class="smcap">William Tell</span>, <span class="smcap">Albert</span>, <span class="smcap">Soldiers</span>, <span class="smcap">Gessler</span></p>
+
+<p><i>William Tell.</i> Come, my son, I have sold the chamois skins, and now I
+must buy the things your mother wished me to get for her.</p>
+
+<p><i>Albert.</i> And, father, please buy some toys for little Lewis.</p>
+
+<p><i>William Tell.</i> You are a good boy, Al<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span>bert, to remember your little
+brother. We will go to the shop across the square and look there for
+toys.</p>
+
+<p><i>Soldier.</i> Halt, man! Salute yonder cap!</p>
+
+<p><i>William Tell.</i> Why should I salute a cap of cloth?</p>
+
+<p><i>Soldier.</i> It is the cap of our emperor. If you do not honor the cap,
+you are a traitor.</p>
+
+<p><i>William Tell.</i> I am no traitor, and yet I will not bow down to an empty
+cap. I am a true Swiss and love my country.</p>
+
+<p><i>Gessler.</i> Ha, ha! Then we have a traitor here who will not yield to our
+emperor! Arrest him, my men; and we will teach him his manners. Who is
+this man?</p>
+
+<p><i>Soldier.</i> His name is William Tell, my lord.</p>
+
+<p><i>Gessler.</i> Insolent traitor! Bind him well.</p>
+
+<p><i>Albert.</i> Oh, father, I am afraid. Do not let the soldiers take me.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span><i>William Tell.</i> Be calm, my son. No harm will come to thee.</p>
+
+<p><i>Gessler.</i> Indeed, and is this your son? Has he come to mock the cap of
+our royal master, too? Seize the boy and bind him to yonder tree.</p>
+
+<p><i>William Tell.</i> What will you do with the boy? Does a captain war with a
+child?</p>
+
+<p><i>Gessler.</i> We shall see. I hear you are a famous shot, William Tell, and
+handle well the bow and arrow. We shall soon know your skill. Have you a
+good arrow in your quiver? Perhaps you can shoot an apple from the head
+of your child.</p>
+
+<p><i>Soldier.</i> Where shall I bind the boy, my captain?</p>
+
+<p><i>Gessler.</i> To yonder tree. If his father shoots the apple from his
+child's head, he shall go free. If he fails he must die. Are you ready?</p>
+
+<p><i>William Tell.</i> Rather would I die than risk killing my eldest son. Let
+him go, and take my life.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span><i>Gessler.</i> That I shall not do. You must both die unless you save your
+lives as I have said. Will you try the shot or are you afraid?</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 451px;">
+<img src="images/gray160.jpg" width="451" height="510" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><i>William Tell.</i> Bind the boy's eyes, I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span> beg. He might move if he saw the
+arrow coming, and my skill would be in vain.</p>
+
+<p><i>Gessler.</i> I am willing, for well I know you cannot cleave the apple at
+that distance.</p>
+
+<p><i>William Tell.</i> Tyrant! I cannot fail now, when my son's life depends
+upon me. Stand perfectly still, my brave boy, and father will not hurt
+you. Now I pray for strength&mdash;my trusty arrow must not fail me! There!
+[<i>He shoots.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>Soldier.</i> See, my captain! The apple is split! That was a fine shot!</p>
+
+<p><i>Gessler.</i> Yes, it was a good shot, and I did not believe anyone could
+make it. I suppose I must set you free. But why have you that other
+arrow in your hand?</p>
+
+<p><i>William Tell.</i> To shoot you with it had I killed my darling boy.</p>
+
+<p><i>Gessler.</i> Seize him, my men!</p>
+
+<p><i>William Tell.</i> Never! Come, Albert! This arrow for him who stops me!</p>
+
+<p><i>Soldiers.</i> He has escaped!</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h2><a name="TIME_AND_THE_SEASONS" id="TIME_AND_THE_SEASONS"></a>TIME AND THE SEASONS</h2>
+
+
+<p><i>Father Time.</i> I must call my children together and give them orders for
+the New Year. Open the door, my servants, and let the Seasons appear.</p>
+
+<p><i>Spring</i> (<i>entering</i>). Here I am, Father Time. What are your commands
+for your youngest daughter?</p>
+
+<p><i>Father Time.</i> Welcome, my dainty Spring! It is your duty to call the
+gentle rains to fall upon the thirsting ground. Yours is the pleasant
+task to paint the blades of young grass a delicate green. You call the
+birds back from the south and rouse all nature from her winter sleep.
+The winds blow freshly over the earth; the clouds move here and there,
+bringing the rain; and the bulbs, hidden under the soil, slowly push
+their leaves into the sunlight. What flowers will you bring to deck
+the earth?</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 364px;">
+<img src="images/gray163.jpg" width="364" height="550" alt="Time and the Seasons" title="" />
+<span class="caption">Time and the Seasons</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span></p>
+<p><i>Spring.</i> O Father Time! Look here upon my pretty flowers! Here is the
+snowdrop, so white and brave. It pushes its head up through the snow,
+which is no whiter than its own petals. And here I have a bunch of
+crocuses, blue, yellow, white, and of many colors. Aren't they pretty
+amid the grass? Then the gorgeous tulips, holding their heads so high,
+making the earth brilliant with their gay, bright colors. I think the
+golden daffodils and sweet narcissus are my favorite flowers, though I
+am very fond of what the children call spring beauty.</p>
+
+<p><i>Father Time.</i> I see, my daughter, that you love all your flower
+children, and that is right. All are beautiful, each in its own way. And
+now tell me what joys do you bring to the little children of the earth?</p>
+
+<p><i>Spring.</i> All the children love me.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span> They hunt for the first flowers,
+they welcome the first birds returning from the south, and they prepare
+the garden for the seeds of flowers and vegetables. The boys play
+marbles everywhere, and run and laugh, filling their lungs with my
+life-giving air. The organ grinder plays for the children and they dance
+on the sidewalks, singing and calling out in delight. The trees put
+forth their tender leaves. The sun fills the air with golden warmth, and
+the world seems full of promise.</p>
+
+<p><i>Father Time.</i> Well done, my daughter. And now, my daughter Summer, tell
+me your plans for the year.</p>
+
+<p><i>Summer.</i> Dear father, I delay my coming until Spring has prepared the
+way. The air must be soft and warm to please me, and the earth must be
+prepared by the rains and the warm rays of the sun. The colors of my
+flowers are deeper and richer than those of sister Spring. I bring the
+lilies, the peonies, and the poppies. Best of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span> all, the glowing roses
+open at my call, and fill the air with perfume.</p>
+
+<p><i>Father Time.</i> And the children, my fair daughter, what do you bring to
+them?</p>
+
+<p><i>Summer.</i> The dear children! I think they all like my sunny days and the
+long time for play. For July and August in many countries are given to
+the school children for their play time. Then they go to the seashore
+and play in the water and the sand; or to the country, where the green
+grass, the farmyard animals, and all the country games delight them.</p>
+
+<p><i>Father Time.</i> Children are so fond of play and the long summer days
+out-of-doors that I wonder what they think of you, my older daughter,
+Autumn?</p>
+
+<p><i>Autumn.</i> Children do like to play and I am glad they get so well and
+strong with the vacation my sister, Summer, gives them. Yet all children
+like to learn, too. We must not forget that. What joy it is to read the
+beautiful stories that great men<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span> and women have written for them. What
+delight they have in learning to write, to sing, to draw, and to make
+pretty objects of paper, clay, and wood.</p>
+
+<p><i>Father Time.</i> Yes, that is true, but have you no pleasures out-of-doors
+for them?</p>
+
+<p><i>Autumn.</i> Some people say my days are the most pleasant of the year. The
+gardens have many beautiful flowers, and the fruits are ripening in the
+orchards and vineyards. The apples hang red on the boughs, and children
+like to pick them and eat them, too! I have the harvest moon, the time
+when the farmers bring home the crops ripened by August suns, and the
+earth seems to gather the results of the year's work, the riches of
+field, orchard, and meadow. The squirrels gather their hoard of nuts and
+hide them away for their winter's food. Gay voices of nutting parties
+are heard in the woods, and all the air is filled with songs of praise
+and thanksgiving for the bounty of the year.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span><i>Father Time.</i> Your work is surely one of worth and I rejoice with you,
+my daughter, in your happiness. You are a true friend of men, showing
+them that honest effort and its work will always bring proper reward.
+Now, my merry laughing child, what have you to tell us?</p>
+
+<p><i>Winter.</i> Some people think I am your oldest daughter, Father Time, but
+they forget that two of my months are always in the New Year. Although
+my hair and garments are white, the cold is only outside; my heart is
+warm. Have I not jolly St. Nicholas who never grows old? I cover the
+earth with my warmest blanket of softest snow, softer and whiter than
+ermine, and all the tender flowers sleep cozily and warm until sweet
+Spring awakes them. The children get out their sleds and skates, and the
+merry sleigh bells ring. What fun it is to build the snow man, and even
+if the hands get cold, the eyes shine brighter than in warm days and the
+cheeks<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span> are rosy as the reddest flower. "Hurrah for Winter!" shout the
+boys. The merriest holidays I have when all hearts are gay and filled
+with loving care for others. I would not change, dear Father Time, with
+any of my sisters. I say good-by to the passing year and welcome the new
+year. If the old year has had troubles and sorrows, all the people turn
+with hope to the new, and call to one another the wish, "A Happy New
+Year to all!"</p>
+
+<p><i>Father Time.</i> I am glad you are contented with the work you have to do.
+And now, my daughters, I must send you out upon your travels all over
+the world. May your coming bring peace; joy, and prosperity to all
+mankind!</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h2><a name="THE_GINGERBREAD_MAN" id="THE_GINGERBREAD_MAN"></a>THE GINGERBREAD MAN</h2>
+
+<p class="fm3">PERSONS IN THE PLAY&mdash;<span class="smcap">The Little Old Woman</span>, <span class="smcap">The Gingerbread Man</span>, <span class="smcap">The Boy</span>,
+<span class="smcap">The Fox</span>, <span class="smcap">Children</span>, <span class="smcap">Men</span>, <span class="smcap">The Farmer</span></p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene.</span>&mdash;<i>Home of Little Old Woman</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Little Old Woman.</i> Now all my housework is done I think I will make
+some gingerbread. There is nothing quite so good for lunch as warm
+gingerbread and a glass of milk, or a cup of hot tea. I can make pretty
+good gingerbread, too, all of my friends say. Here is the flour and
+butter and molasses and milk. Now it is all ready to put into the pan.
+But I made too much this time. What shall I do with it? Nothing must be
+wasted in a good cook's kitchen. Oh, I know! I'll make a cunning
+gingerbread man for the little boy who lives next door.</p>
+
+<p>Where is my knife? Now roll the dough very thin, cut out the round
+little<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span> head, then the neck, now the two arms, now the little fat body,
+and last the legs with high heels on the shoes. Well, this certainly is
+a fine little gingerbread man. I think I'll make a little hat with a
+wide brim. Now I'll put two currants for his eyes, two for his nose,
+three for his cute little mouth, and six for the buttons on his coat.</p>
+
+<p>Then I'll sprinkle sugar and cinnamon over him and put him in the oven
+to bake.</p>
+
+<p>Let me look at the clock. It is half past eleven. At twelve the
+gingerbread man will be baked, ready for the little boy when he comes
+home from school.</p>
+
+<p>Well, I've washed the dishes, and set the table for my lunch, and it is
+now just twelve o'clock. I'll open the oven door and see if my
+gingerbread man is ready.</p>
+
+<p>Oh! what was that! Why, it is the gingerbread man!</p>
+
+<p><i>Gingerbread Man.</i> Yes, it is the ginger<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span>bread man, and now I'll go and
+see the world.</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Old Woman.</i> Go! you mustn't go! You belong to me.</p>
+
+<p><i>Gingerbread Man.</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah, ha! ah, ha! catch me, if you can!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You can't catch me, I'm a gingerbread man!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Little Old Woman.</i> There he goes, out of the door, just as if he were
+really a little boy, and not made of something good to eat! Come back;
+come back!</p>
+
+<p><i>Gingerbread Man.</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah, ha! ah, ha! catch me, if you can!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You can't catch me, I'm a gingerbread man!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Little Old Woman.</i> I know I can't run as fast as he can. There he goes
+out of the gate. There are some men who are working in the street. I'll
+ask them to catch him. Help! help me catch the gingerbread man!</p>
+
+<p><i>Men.</i> Yes, ma'am. Where is he? Oh,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span> there he is, the little rascal!
+We'll catch him.</p>
+
+<p><i>Gingerbread Man.</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah, ha! ah, ha! catch me, if you can!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You can't catch me, I'm a gingerbread man!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Men.</i> Well, there he goes and he does run fast! Come, let us run after
+him!</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Old Woman.</i> Oh, I know the men can't run as fast as he can, and
+they will never catch my gingerbread man! Here are the children coming
+from school. I'll call them. Children, children!</p>
+
+<p><i>Children.</i> Yes, little old woman, here we are. What did you call us
+for?</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Old Woman.</i> Oh, my dear children, see the gingerbread man I made
+for the little boy next door! There he goes running as fast as he can,
+and I can't catch him!</p>
+
+<p><i>Boy.</i> And the men are running after him, and they can't catch him
+either. Just watch me, little woman, I'll catch him for you.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span><i>Gingerbread Man.</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah, ha! ah, ha! catch me, if you can!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You can't catch me, I'm a gingerbread man.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Girl.</i> I have my roller skates on. Perhaps I can catch him!</p>
+
+<p><i>Little Old Woman.</i> I'm sure you can, my child.</p>
+
+<p><i>Girl.</i> I'll try. Look out, Mr. Gingerbread Man!</p>
+
+<p><i>Gingerbread Man.</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah, ha! ah, ha! catch me, if you can!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You can't catch me, I'm a gingerbread man!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Little Old Woman.</i> There he goes, and none of them can catch him. Now
+he is near some farmers. I'll call on them to help me. Farmer, farmer,
+will you please help me catch the gingerbread man? There he goes over
+your wheat field.</p>
+
+<p><i>Farmer.</i> Yes, indeed, we'll help you. Here, you gingerbread man, keep
+out of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span> my wheat field! Come, men; run after him and catch him.</p>
+
+<p><i>Men.</i> We'll catch him before he gets to the fence.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 345px;">
+<img src="images/gray175.jpg" width="345" height="350" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><i>Gingerbread Man.</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah, ha! ah, ah! catch me, if you can!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You can't catch me, I'm a gingerbread man!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span></div></div>
+
+<p><i>Little Old Woman.</i> Oh, dear! Oh, dear! there he goes into the wood, and
+no one can run fast enough to catch him.</p>
+
+<p><i>Farmer.</i> I'm sorry, madam, but we must go back to our work on the farm.</p>
+
+<p><i>Boy.</i> Hark! listen! don't you hear the little gingerbread man calling?</p>
+
+<p><i>Gingerbread Man.</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah, ha! ah, ha! catch me, if you can!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread man!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Little Old Woman.</i> Yes, he is calling to us from the wood. I thank you,
+children, and now we will go home.</p>
+
+<p><i>Gingerbread Man</i> (<i>in the wood</i>). Ah, ha! and they didn't catch me! and
+now I am free to play in the wood. What a pleasant place!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mr. Fox.</i> Well, what sort of a funny little man is this?</p>
+
+<p><i>Gingerbread Man.</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah, ha! ah, ha! catch me, if you can!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You can't catch me, I'm a gingerbread man!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span></div></div>
+
+<p><i>Mr. Fox.</i> Can't I? Well, I <i>have</i> caught you; and now let me see if you
+are good to eat. First, I'll try one of your arms. That tastes good!</p>
+
+<p><i>Gingerbread Man.</i> I'm going!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mr. Fox.</i> And now the other arm!</p>
+
+<p><i>Gingerbread Man.</i> I'm going!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mr. Fox.</i> Now for the leg.</p>
+
+<p><i>Gingerbread Man.</i> I'm going!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mr. Fox.</i> Really, Mr. Gingerbread Man, I think you are very good eating
+for a hungry fox. Now I'll taste the other leg.</p>
+
+<p><i>Gingerbread Man.</i> I'm going!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mr. Fox.</i> Now for your round little body.</p>
+
+<p><i>Gingerbread Man.</i> I'm going!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mr. Fox.</i> There is not very much left. Just your head for the last
+mouthful.</p>
+
+<p><i>Gingerbread Man.</i> I'm gone!</p>
+
+<p><i>Mr. Fox.</i> Yes, you're gone; and a very nice meal, Mr. Gingerbread Man.</p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h2><a name="THE_GOOD_FAIRY" id="THE_GOOD_FAIRY"></a>THE GOOD FAIRY</h2>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>&mdash;<i>In the Wood</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>The Good Fairy.</i> At last I am in this wood where I must save the Lady
+Alice from danger. How dark it seems here after the bright light of my
+skyey home. Surely I shall be glad to return to the courts of fairyland.
+Yet it is pleasant to be of service to the young and innocent, to those
+who are good and true. Some there are on earth who do not love the
+truth, who do not do the things that are honest and kind, and they must
+be punished. Kind and gentle deeds must be rewarded with our help.</p>
+
+<p>Here in this dark grove dwells Comus, an evil spirit, who loves not the
+good. Here he finds the unlucky traveler and takes him to his court.
+There he offers<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span> him food and a pleasant drink. But in the glass is a
+potion which drives memory from the mind and makes one forget home and
+friends. Then the unhappy traveler loses his human head and must have
+the head of some animal or bird. Comus enjoys seeing his victims act
+like wild and foolish animals or the forest.</p>
+
+<p>In this dangerous wood the Lady Alice and her brothers are wandering,
+and my duty it is to protect them from the evil Comus. Hark! I think I
+hear the noisy band. Here will I hide and listen.</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>Comus and his crew enter; men and women with animal heads.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>Comus.</i> Now the sun has gone from the western heavens and the star of
+night shines over us. This is the hour we love the best. All the
+serious, wise old people who love the day and its work are weary now and
+have gone to bed. We who love fun and a merry dance, we wake when the
+sky is flecked with golden stars. Now the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span> moon calls the fairies from
+brook and fountain to play their merry games and sing. These are the
+joys of night in our dark and secret grove. Come, make a merry ring and
+dance. No care have we nor fear. We will dance and sing until the first
+ray of light is seen in the east.</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>They dance until Comus speaks.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>Comus.</i> Break off! break off! I hear a footstep not our own approaching
+this place. Run to your places lest you frighten the traveler whoever it
+may be.</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>They disappear.</i>]</p>
+
+<p>I believe some maiden approaches. I will weave my spells and appear to
+her in the dress of a shepherd and she will not be afraid. Here she
+comes. I will step aside and learn how she happens to be alone in my
+grove.</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>Comus hides.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>Lady Alice</i> (<i>entering</i>). I thought I heard the sound of noisy
+merrymaking,&mdash;with music as if many were dancing. Here was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span> the sound,
+but here I see no one. Alas! I should be sorry to meet rude youths, but
+where can I go, what can I do, left alone in this dark and gloomy wood?
+O my brothers, where are you? When they saw me wearied, unable to go
+farther, they left to find me nourishment and shelter, promising soon to
+return. Truly they must be lost in this vast forest. O dark night, why
+have you stolen the way from them and left me alone and helpless?
+Helpless? No, not helpless, for the good mind has helpers ever present
+in pure-eyed Faith and white-handed Hope. I will pray to God, who will
+send me a guardian to guide me to my home. What is that light I see? My
+brothers seek me and I will sing to them. Perhaps they are not far away
+and will hear my voice.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Within thy airy shell,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">That likest thy Narcissus are?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O if thou have<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Hid them in some flowery cave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell me but where,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweet Queen of Parley, Daughter of the Sphere!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Comus</i> (<i>to himself</i>). What sweet song is this? Can any mortal sing
+with such charm and beauty? Such sacred and home-felt delight I never
+heard till now. I'll speak to her, and she shall be my queen.</p>
+
+<p><i>Comus</i> (<i>dressed as a shepherd</i>). Hail, fair goddess! for you must be
+more than mortal, to sing such sweet and wondrous strain.</p>
+
+<p><i>Lady Alice.</i> Nay, gentle shepherd. I sang not as loving my own voice,
+and praise is lost that falls on unattending ears. Stern necessity
+compelled my song.</p>
+
+<p><i>Comus.</i> How comes it, Lady, that you are thus alone?</p>
+
+<p><i>Lady Alice.</i> My brothers left me upon a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span> grassy turf. Darkness came
+upon the grove, and I fear they are lost.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 475px;">
+<img src="images/gray183.jpg" width="475" height="500" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><i>Comus.</i> Were they men full grown or still young?</p>
+
+<p><i>Lady Alice.</i> Young and fair my brothers are.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span><i>Comus.</i> Two such I saw, so lovely in their youthful grace I thought I
+looked upon some fairy scene. If these are the lads you seek, we can
+easily find them.</p>
+
+<p><i>Lady Alice.</i> Gentle villager, quickly tell me the shortest way to them!</p>
+
+<p><i>Comus.</i> Due west it lies.</p>
+
+<p><i>Lady Alice.</i> To find it out, good shepherd, would be too difficult in
+this darkness to a stranger.</p>
+
+<p><i>Comus.</i> I know every step, fair lady, for I live close by and daily
+tread the path in caring for my sheep. Gladly will I conduct you and
+find your brothers if they are still in this grove. Till daybreak you
+can rest in a cottage near by, where you will be safe until you wish to
+travel on.</p>
+
+<p><i>Lady Alice.</i> Kind shepherd, I take your word, and gladly go to the
+shelter you mention. Kindness is often found in lowly homes. Lead on,
+and I will follow.</p>
+
+<p><i>Comus.</i> This way, fair lady!</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a></span></p>
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>&mdash;<i>Another Place in the Forest</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Elder Brother.</i> How our steps are stayed by the darkness of the night
+and of the forest. Would that the moon and stars would pierce the
+clouds! If only we could see some faint glimmer of a candle in some
+lowly hut that would guide us on our way.</p>
+
+<p><i>Second Brother.</i> Or hear the folded flocks, or sound of village flute
+or song, or if the cock would crow the watches of the night! Where can
+our dear sister be now? Does she wander in the deep grove, or against
+the rugged bark of some broad elm lean her head in fear? Perhaps even
+while we speak she is the prey of some savage beast!</p>
+
+<p><i>Elder Brother.</i> Cease, brother, to dream of evils that may not be. No
+good can come from false alarms. I do not believe my good sister has
+lost herself in fear. Her faith will keep her calm.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span><i>Second Brother.</i> I do not fear the darkness and the fact that she is
+alone. But I do fear some harm may come to her from rude wanderers in
+the wood.</p>
+
+<p><i>Elder Brother.</i> Yet I believe she is so good and true that evil has no
+power to harm her. All powers of good surround her and drive evil away.
+But list! Some faint call sounds on my ear.</p>
+
+<p><i>Second Brother.</i> Yes, I hear it now. What should it be?</p>
+
+<p><i>Elder Brother.</i> Either some one lost in this wood, like ourselves, or
+else some roving woodman, or perhaps some robber calling to his fellows!</p>
+
+<p><i>Second Brother.</i> God save my sister!</p>
+
+<p><i>Elder Brother.</i> Who comes here? Speak! Advance no further!</p>
+
+<p><i>Spirit</i> (<i>as a shepherd</i>). What voice is that? Speak once again.</p>
+
+<p><i>Second Brother.</i> O brother! 'tis my father's shepherd, sure.</p>
+
+<p><i>Elder Brother.</i> Are you Thyrsis? How<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span> could you find this dark,
+secluded spot? Why did you come?</p>
+
+<p><i>Spirit.</i> To find out you. But where is your lovely sister? Why is she
+not with you?</p>
+
+<p><i>Elder Brother.</i> Without our fault we lost her as we came.</p>
+
+<p><i>Spirit.</i> Alas, then my fears are true!</p>
+
+<p><i>Elder Brother.</i> What fears, good Thyrsis?</p>
+
+<p><i>Spirit.</i> I have long known that this wood was held in the power of an
+evil spirit, and this evening as I sat me down upon a bank I heard most
+lovely strains as if an angel sang. Listening, I knew it was your
+sister's voice. I hastened to her and heard her tell Comus of you whom
+she had lost. To you I came that we may save her from the evil spirit of
+the wood.</p>
+
+<p><i>Elder Brother.</i> Let us hasten to attack him with our swords.</p>
+
+<p><i>Spirit.</i> Alas! Your bravery I praise,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</a></span> but it is vain. The evil charm
+of Comus can be broken only by a wondrous plant. See, I have it here.
+With this will we overcome his fairy spells.</p>
+
+<p><i>Elder Brother.</i> Thyrsis, lead on! And some good angel bear a shield
+before us!</p>
+
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">Scene III.</span>&mdash;<i>The Palace of Comus</i></h3>
+
+<p><i>Comus.</i> Drink, Lady, of the wine. You are faint and weary, and this
+will refresh you. Do not refuse!</p>
+
+<p><i>Lady Alice.</i> Never will I drink the potion in that glass. You may
+control the body, but my free mind you can never bind.</p>
+
+<p><i>Comus.</i> Why are you angry, Lady? Here is a place filled with all
+delight.</p>
+
+<p><i>Lady Alice.</i> Is this the cottage you told me of, the place of safety
+where I could rest. None but good men can offer good things. I will
+never drink what you offer. What monsters are these? I pray Heaven guard
+me!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 496px;">
+<img src="images/gray189.jpg" width="496" height="525" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p><i>Comus.</i> Dear Lady, stay with me and be my queen. Here may you reign
+over all my kingdom. See what royal robes are mine, what jewels, what
+costly tables and shining gold and silver. No<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</a></span> sorrow shall you know,
+but only joy and pleasure.</p>
+
+<p><i>Lady Alice.</i> Cease your words. You cannot move the mind guided by
+honesty and truth. You cannot frighten me, for well I know goodness is
+stronger than evil, truth is more powerful than falsehood. The pure
+heart cannot be harmed.</p>
+
+<p><i>Comus.</i> Cease, cease! all this is foolishness. Be wise and taste. All
+trouble will be forgotten. Come, I insist!</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>The brothers rush in and drive Comus and his crew away. But Lady Alice
+is entranced and cannot move.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><i>Spirit.</i> Have you let him escape? You should have seized his wand.
+Without that he has no power, but now we must have help to release your
+sister from his wicked power. The goddess of our river Severn, the
+lovely Sabrina, has power over all the enchantments of Comus. Her will I
+call.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sabrina fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Listen, where thou art sitting,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Goddess of the silver lake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Listen and save.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Come from your home in the coral caves of the sea and help this lovely
+maiden in distress.</p>
+
+<p><i>Sabrina</i> (<i>entering</i>).</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">From off the waters fleet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus I set my printless feet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O'er the cowslip's velvet head<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That bends not as I tread;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gentle swain, at thy request<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I am here!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Spirit.</i> Dear goddess, we implore your powerful aid to undo the charm
+wrought by the enchanter on this maiden.</p>
+
+<p><i>Sabrina.</i> 'Tis my greatest joy to help the pure and good. Gentle Lady,
+look on me. Thrice upon thy finger tips, thrice upon thy lips, I
+sprinkle drops from my pure fountain. Then I touch this marble<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</a></span> seat and
+break the spell. All is well. Farewell.</p>
+
+<p><i>Spirit.</i> Fair Sabrina, for this aid I pray that all the pretty rills
+will never cease to flow into your broad river. May your banks ever be
+fair with groves and meadows sweet, while all men shall praise you for
+your gentle deeds. Farewell. Now, Lady, let us hasten from this grove.
+Your parents await their dear children, and we must hasten ere they
+become alarmed over your delay. Thanks to your pure heart and the aid of
+the fair Sabrina, you have come safely through the enchanter's wood.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="transnote">
+<h3>Transcriber's note<a name="tnotes" id="tnotes"></a></h3>
+
+<p>
+The following change has been made to the text:</p>
+
+
+<p>Page 25: "Dolly" changed to
+"<a name="cn1" id="cn1"></a><a href="#corr1">Dollie</a>".</p>
+</div>
+
+
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author	Roger Frank <rfrank@pglaf.org>	2025-10-15 02:36:12 -0700
committer	Roger Frank <rfrank@pglaf.org>	2025-10-15 02:36:12 -0700
commit	b6ecba5bc2ad98592c9de0ce0c438c7428d76c62 (patch)
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