Plays for a Folding Theatre

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S. Kidd, 1923 - 135 pagine
 

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Pagina 27 - THERE WAS A LITTLE GIRL There was a little girl, And she had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good She was very, very good, And when she was bad she was horrid.
Pagina 5 - NOW, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power, To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping, Glad from a world grown old and cold and weary, Leave the sick hearts that honour could not move, And half-men, and their dirty songs and dreary, And all the little emptiness of love...
Pagina 44 - Rock-a-bye baby, in the tree top. When the wind blows the cradle will rock. When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, and down will come baby, cradle, and all.
Pagina 103 - BISHARA [listens] . Yes, it is daylight. The muezzin is calling the morning prayer . . . calling his people to prayer. ZANAB. His call is dismal. BISHARA. Calling his people to prayer. ZANAB. To prayer! To pray one must first love. What do the muezzin's people know of love? [She turns.] Oh^ they could have learned, but they have driven love away. They could have learned. They could have learned! [She covers her face.] My love! My love! My love! They have driven love away . . . Andre — Andre —...
Pagina 103 - Andr£ . . . they have driven you away. The little white road has carried you away through the mountains and beyond — beyond. I heard the wooden carts as they moved away in the darkness, Andre. You went with them! But I shall be here waiting for you always ... always. Andre, your Zanab . . . your little Zanab will wait for you — always. She will watch the little white road for your return. You promised you would come back!
Pagina 113 - No! No! No! It is too late, now! [BISHARA backs away and stands helplessly leaning against the wall.] Andre, you will never come back alive! They have lied to you! My people have lied to you. [Her voice changes.] No more little whisperings ... we shall never dance again.
Pagina 113 - They are — what is it? [The shouts become louder.] See . . . see, they have something on their spears. Flags? No! It must be flags. [She leans out.] Bishara, they are carrying back . . . heads! Heads upon their spears! Bishara! Bishara! Where are you . . . where have you gone? It is so dark. Bishara ! [BISHARA sobs aloud. ZANAB turns. Her eyes have become wild. She comes forward, groping her way as if she were walking in the dark.] ZANAB. They are bringing back the . . . Saeed lied! The muezzin...
Pagina 37 - I'm not really such a bad sort, Sally. I've seen a lot more than you have, that's all. Why, you're only a kid. I'm not going to let you go through what I have. After all, it^ ain't worth the candle. Perhaps there is something in dreams ... I wish I could believe so. Sally. — I know there is! Minnie. — That's the reason I'm going to stay home with you tonight ... I want you to go on believing in dreams. (With a sigh of resignation she sits down. After a long pause.) They was going to have a real...
Pagina 27 - ... Sal, O'thing. (She turns.) There finished. How do I look from the neck up? Gee, I wish I had natural curly hair like yours . . . and yellow. Believe me it's an awful worry to a woman — keeping up her good looks. Say, hand me my red dress of'n the bed, will you Sal? (MINNIE slips the dress on.) You don't mind doing me up the back? Look, have you noticed .... have you noticed? Fur trimming! It covers up the hole Jim burned in it with his old cigarette ashes. A man ain't got no right to make love...
Pagina 37 - Then I'm staying home tonight! Sally. — You . . . staying . . . home? Minnie. — Straight, Sally ... I don't like fellows who go around drawing pictures of girls in the park, specially you. Sally. — But he doesn't draw every girl's picture. He was eating his lunch . . . and so was I. That's how it all began. Minnie. — Oh ! and then — Sally. — He sang a little song for me. A little song I've known ever since I was a child and when he sang it seemed as if I had known him forever and ever....

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