{"collection":"myth-cosmogony","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_16379/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_16379","id":"gutenberg_16379","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/16379","summary":null,"tags":["Category: Children & Young Adult Reading","Category: Mythology, Legends & Folklore","Category: Plays/Films/Dramas","Children's Instructional Books","Children's plays"],"text":"Produced by David Newman, Terry Hardman and the Online\nDistributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nCHILDREN'S CLASSICS IN DRAMATIC FORM\n\nBOOK TWO\n\nBY AUGUSTA STEVENSON\n\nFormerly a Teacher in the Indianapolis Public Schools\n\n1908\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nFOREWORD\n\n\nThis series of books aims to serve three distinct purposes: first, to\narouse a greater interest in oral reading; second, to develop an\nexpressive voice--sadly lacking in the case of most Americans; and\nthird, to give freedom and grace in the bodily attitudes and movements\nwhich are involved in reading and speaking. The stories given are for\nthe most part adaptations of favorite tales from folklore,--Andersen,\nGrimm, AEsop, and the Arabian Nights having been freely drawn upon.\n\nChildren are dramatic by nature. They _are_ for the time the kings, the\nfairies, and the heroes that they picture in their imaginations. They\n_are_ these characters with such abandon and with such intense pleasure\nthat the on-looker must believe that nature intended that they should\ngive play to this dramatic instinct, not so much formally, with all the\ntrappings of the man-made stage, but spontaneously and naturally, as\nthey talk and read. If this expressive instinct can be utilized in the\nteaching of reading, we shall be able both to add greatly to the child's\nenjoyment and to improve the quality of his oral reading. In these days\nwhen so many books are hastily read in school, there is a tendency to\nsacrifice expression to the mechanics and interpretation of reading.\nThose acquainted with school work know too well the resulting\nmonotonous, indistinct speech and the self-conscious, listless attitude\nwhich characterize so much of the reading of pupils in grades above the\nthird. It is believed that these readers will aid in overcoming these\nserious faults in reading, which all teachers and parents deplore. The\ndramatic appeal of the stories will cause the child to lose himself in\nthe character he is impersonating and read with a naturalness and\nexpressiveness unknown to him before, and this improvement will be\nevident in all his oral reading, and even in his speech.\n\nThe use of the books permits the whole range of expression, from merely\nreading the stories effectively, to \"acting them out\" with as little, or\nas much, stage-setting or costuming as a parent or teacher may desire.\nThe stories are especially designed to be read as a part of the regular\nreading work. Many different plans for using the books will suggest\nthemselves to the teacher. After a preliminary reading of a story during\nthe study period, the teacher may assign different parts to various\nchildren, she herself reading the stage directions and the other brief\ndescriptions unclosed in brackets. The italicized explanations in\nparentheses are not intended to be read aloud; they will aid in giving\nthe child the cue as to the way the part should be rendered. After the\nstory has been read in this way, if thought advisable it can be played\ninformally and simply, with no attempt at costuming or theatric effects.\nIt will often add to the interest of the play to have some of the\nchildren represent certain of the inanimate objects of the scene, as the\nforest, the town gate, a door, etc. Occasionally, for the \"open day,\" or\nas a special exercise, a favorite play may be given by the children with\nthe simplest kind of costuming and stage-setting. These can well be made\nin the school as a part of the manual training and sewing work. In\ngiving the play, it will generally be better not to have pupils memorize\nthe exact words of the book, but to depend upon the impromptu rendering\nof their parts. This method will contribute more largely to the training\nin English.\n\nThe best results will usually be obtained by using this book in the\nthird grade. In some schools, however, it may profitably be used in the\nsecond grade.\n\nA.S.\n\n\n\n\nCONTENTS\n\n\nTHE CLEVER KID\n _Suggested by AEsop's The Wolf and the Goat._\n\nTHE WOLF AND THE HORSE\n _Suggested by AEsop's The Wolf and the Horse._\n\nTHE WISE CROW\n _Suggested by AEsop's The Crow and the Pitcher._\n\nTHE WOLF AND THE LAMB\n _Suggested by AEsop's The Wolf and the Lamb._\n\nTHE SELFISH WOMAN\n _Suggested by the folk-story, The Red-Headed\nWoodpecker._\n\nTHE BLIND MEN AND THE ELEPHANT\n _From the folk-story, The Blind Men._\n\nTHE STAG AND THE FAWN\n _Suggested by AEsop's The Stag at the Pool._\n\nTHE SHEPHERD-BOY WHO CALLED WOLF\n _Suggested by AEsop's The Shepherd-Boy\nand the Wolf._\n\nTHE WISH-BIRD\n _Suggested by a German folk-story._\n\nLAZY KATE\n _Suggested by the German folk-story, Lazy Lizette._\n\nTHE PROUD RING-FINGER\n _Suggested by the German folk-story, The Proud\nRingfinger._\n\nTHE TWO MILLERS\n _Suggested by the German folk-story, The Two Millers._\n\nTHE VAIN JACKDAW\n _Suggested by AEsop's The Vain Jackdaw._\n\nTHE LITTLE JACKAL AND THE CAMEL\n _Suggested by the Oriental legend. The\nJackal and the Camel._\n\nTHE ENDLESS TALE\n _Suggested by the folk-story, The Endless Tale._\n\nTHE HOLE IN THE DIKE\n _Suggested by the legend, The Hole in the Dike._\n\nTHE POT OF GOLD\n _Suggested by AEsop's The Farmer and his Sons._\n\nTHE HARE AND THE HEDGEHOG\n _Suggested by Grimm's The Hare and the\nHedgehog._\n\nFISHING ON DRY LAND\n _Suggested by Grimm's The Peasant's Clever\nDaughter._\n\nTHE WISE MEN OF GOTHAM\n _Suggested by the folk-story, The Wise Men of\nGotham._\n\nTHE TWO QUESTIONS\n _Suggested by the folk-story, The Two Questions._\n\nPOCAHONTAS AND CAPTAIN SMITH\n\nPOCAHONTAS SAVES JAMESTOWN\n\nKING ALFRED AND THE CAKES\n\n\n\n\nILLUSTRATIONS\n\n\nTHE ENDLESS TALE\n\nTHE CLEVER KID\n\n\"AS I LIVE, YOU SPEAK THE TRUTH!\"\n\nTHE WISE CROW\n\nTHE WOLF AND THE LAMB\n\n\"WILL YOU GIVE ME A CAKE?\"\n\nTHE BLIND MEN AND THE ELEPHANT\n\nTHE STAG AND THE FAWN\n\nTHE SHEPHERD BOY WHO CALLED WOLF\n\n\"I AM TIRED OF MY RABBITS\"\n\n\"GOOD-MORNING, TEACHER. HERE IS LAZY KATE\"\n\nTHE PROUD RING-FINGER\n\nTHE TWO MILLERS\n\nTHE VAIN JACKDAW\n\nTHE LITTLE JACKAL AND THE CAMEL\n\n\"THERE IS WATER ON THE SAND HERE\"\n\nTHE POT OF GOLD\n\nTHE HARE AND THE HEDGEHOG\n\nFISHING ON DRY LAND\n\n\"QUICK, NOW--BEFORE THE KING COMES\"\n\nTHE TWO QUESTIONS\n\n\"I WILL NOT SHOOT AT DEER\"\n\nPOCAHONTAS SAVES JAMESTOWN\n\n\"NOT ONE OF THEM FIT TO EAT!\"\n\n\n\n\n\nTHE CLEVER KID\n\n\nTIME: _this morning._\nPLACE: _a pasture._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nGRAY WOLF.\nWHITE WOLF.\nKID.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_The_ GRAY WOLF _and the_ WHITE WOLF _are standing at the foot of a\nhill; at the top of the hill is a_ KID.][Footnote: The explanations in\nbrackets may be read aloud by the teacher.]\n\nGRAY WOLF. Look, brother, there is a kid!\n\nWHITE WOLF. Where? Where?\n\nGRAY WOLF. On that hill to the south.\n\nWHITE WOLF. I do not see her.\n\nGRAY WOLF. She is on the very top.\n\nWHITE WOLF. Ah, now I see her!\n\nGRAY WOLF. I wish we could get at her.\n\n[Illustration:]\n\nWHITE WOLF. She would make a fine dinner.\n\nGRAY WOLF. She would, my brother.\n\nWHITE WOLF. She is so young!\n\nGRAY WOLF. She is so tender!\n\nWHITE WOLF. Well, we cannot get her. The hill is too steep.\n\nGRAY WOLF. We must make her come to us.\n\nWHITE WOLF. Yes, yes! That will be fine!\n\nGRAY WOLF. O little Kid! Dear little Kid!\n\nWHITE WOLF. O little Kid! Sweet little Kid!\n\nKID. What is it, sirs?\n\nGRAY WOLF. The grass down here is sweeter!\n\nWHITE WOLF. And greener!\n\nGRAY WOLF. And fresher!\n\nWHITE WOLF. And younger!\n\nGRAY WOLF. Come down and eat your dinner here!\n\nKID. Do you speak of my dinner, sirs?\n\nWOLVES. O yes, yes, yes!\n\nKID. You _speak_ of my dinner, but you _think_ of your own. I will stay\nwhere I am, sirs.\n\n\n\n\nTHE WOLF AND THE HORSE\n\n\nTIME: _last summer._\nPLACE: _a field of oats._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nWOLF.\nHORSE.\nMASTER.\nMAID.\nBOY.\nNEIGHBORS.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_The_ WOLF _enters from the forest._]\n\nWOLF. Ah, if I could only eat oats! What a dinner I should have! I would\ntell no one! No one would know, and the whole field would be mine.\n\n        (_Enter the_ HORSE _from the forest._)\n\nAh, good friend, such news as I can tell you!\n\nHORSE. I will not promise to believe you.\n\nWOLF. Well, then, believe your own eyes. There lies a field of ripe\noats!\n\nHORSE. As I live, you speak the truth!\n\nWOLF. I have not tasted one! I have kept them all for you.\n\n[Illustration: \"AS I LIVE, YOU SPEAK THE TRUTH!\"]\n\nHORSE (_calling_) Master! Master!\n\n[Note: The words in parentheses are not intended to be read aloud;\nthey will give the child the cue as to how the part should be rendered\nand thus stimulate better expression.]\n\nWOLF. Your master knows the oats are there. You do not need to tell him.\n\nHORSE. Maid! Maid!\n\nWOLF. The maid knows the oats are there. You do not need to call her.\n\nHORSE. Boy! Boy!\n\nWOLF. Stop your calling! You will have them all at me with clubs.\n\nHORSE. Neighbors! Neighbors!\n\n[_Enter the_ MASTER, MAID, BOY, _and_ NEIGHBORS _with clubs. They\nsurround the Wolf._]\n\nMASTER. Aha! I have caught you at last!\n\nWOLF (_to horse_). This is the thanks I get for showing you--\n\nHORSE. Something you did not want yourself. I owe you nothing, sir.\n\n\n\n\nTHE WISE CROW\n\n\nTIME: _last summer._\nPLACE: _a meadow._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nTHE CROW.\nTHE SPARROW.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_The_ CROW _and the_ SPARROW _meet at a spring._]\n\nSPARROW. Ah me, the spring is dry!\n\nCROW. All the springs are dry!\n\nSPARROW. There may be water in the brook.\n\nCROW. No, the brook is dry.\n\nSPARROW. What shall we do?\n\nCROW. There may be water in this pitcher. I will see. Aha! Here is\nwater! Come and drink.\n\nSPARROW. I cannot reach it. It is too low.\n\nCROW. Stretch your neck!\n\nSPARROW. I stretch and stretch--I cannot reach it.\n\nCROW. Why, neither can I! Stretch as I will, I cannot reach it.\n\nSPARROW. What shall we do?\n\nCROW. We will break the pitcher. Come, now!\n\nSPARROW. I strike and strike.\n\nCROW. I strike and strike.\n\nSPARROW. We cannot break it.\n\nCROW. No, we cannot break it.\n\nSPARROW. What shall we do?\n\nCROW. Let us try to overturn it. Come, now!\n\nSPARROW. I push and push.\n\nCROW. I push and push.\n\nSPARROW. We cannot overturn it.\n\nCROW. No, we cannot overturn it.\n\nSPARROW. We must have water! What shall we do?\n\nCROW. Ah, I know the way to get the water!\n\n     (_He drops pebbles in the pitcher._)\n\nSPARROW. Why do you drop pebbles in the pitcher?\n\n     (_He drops in more pebbles; the water rises._)\n\nPlease tell me why you do that.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nCROW. Now come and drink, Miss Sparrow!\n\nSPARROW. Why, I can reach the water How queer! How very queer!\n\n\n\n\nTHE WOLF AND THE LAMB\n\n\nTIME: _last spring._\nPLACE: _a pasture._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nTHE LAMB.\nTHE WOLF.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_The_ LAMB _is drinking from the brook. The_ WOLF _enters._]\n\nWOLF. Aha! There is my dinner. Now I'll make it seem that I ought to eat\nher. Lamb, Lamb, how dare you? How dare you?\n\nLAMB. What do you mean, sir?\n\nWOLF. How dare you muddle the water?\n\nLAMB. The water is clear where you stand, sir.\n\nWOLF. The water is muddled where I stand, miss.\n\nLAMB. How can that be, sir?\n\nWOLF. I say the water here is muddled.\n\nLAMB. But, sir, the water runs from you to me.\n\nWOLF. Oh, well, we will say no more about the water. Now just one year\nago you called me names.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nLAMB. How could that be, sir?\n\nWOLF. I say you called me names, miss.\n\nLAMB. But, sir, one year ago I was not born.\n\nWOLF. Well, then, it was your father. It is all the same to me. I mean\nto eat you anyway.\n\n\n\n\nTHE SELFISH WOMAN\n\n\nTIME: _yesterday._\nPLACE: _the village._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nWOMAN.\nBEGGAR.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_The_ SELFISH WOMAN _is taking cakes from her oven. There is a knock at\nthe door._]\n\nWOMAN. Enter!\n\n[_The_ BEGGAR _enters. She wears a long cloak._]\n\nBEGGAR. I am hungry, good woman. Will you give me a cake?\n\nWOMAN. The cakes are too large to give away. I will make a cake for you.\n\n[_She makes a very small cake and puts it in the oven._]\n\nBEGGAR. I thank you, good woman.\n\n[_The woman takes the cake from the oven._]\n\nWOMAN. This cake is too large to give away. I will make another cake for\nyou.\n\n[_She makes a very, very small cake and puts it in the oven._]\n\nBEGGAR. I thank you, good woman.\n\n[_The woman takes the cake from the oven._]\n\nWOMAN. This cake is too large to give away. I will give you a slice of\nbread.\n\n[_She cuts a slice from a loaf of bread._]\n\nBEGGAR. I thank you--\n\nWOMAN. A slice is too much to give away. Here is a crust for you.\n\n[_The beggar shakes her head._]\n\nBEGGAR. May you never taste cake again! May the very cake in your mouth\nseem to be crust! If you will not give, you shall not have!\n\nWOMAN. Go, go!\n\n[_The beggar throws off her cloak; a_ FAIRY _is seen._]\n\nWOMAN. A Fairy! You are a Fairy?\n\nFAIRY. I am the Fairy of Good Deeds. You would not give--you shall not\nhave!\n\n[_The Fairy goes._]\n\nWOMAN. As if cake could ever taste like bread! 'Tis\nimpossible--impossible!\n\n(_She eats a cake._)\n\nWhat is this? I seem to be eating crust, dry crust. I'll try another\ncake.\n\n[Illustration: \"WILL YOU GIVE ME A CAKE?\"]\n\n(_She eats another cake._)\n\nWhy, this too changes to crust! Ah me! The Fairy's words were true. I\nwould not give, I cannot have. Ah me! Ah me!\n\n\n\n\nTHE BLIND MEN AND THE ELEPHANT\n\n\nTIME: _a year ago._\nPLACE: _India._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nTHE DRIVER.\nTHE SIX BLIND MEN.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_The_ SIX BLIND MEN _stand by the roadside, begging. The_ DRIVER _comes\nwith his elephant._]\n\nBLIND MEN. A penny, sir! A penny!\n\nDRIVER (_throwing pennies_). There, and there, and there! Now out of the\nway with you! I must take my elephant by.\n\nFIRST BLIND MAN. I have never seen an elephant, sir.\n\nOTHER BLIND MEN. Nor I! Nor I!\n\nDRIVER. Do you know what he is like?\n\nBLIND MEN. No, sir! No, sir!\n\nDRIVER. Would you like to touch him?\n\nBLIND MEN. Yes! Yes!\n\nDRIVER. Come, then, and stand by him.\n\nFIRST BLIND MAN (_placing hand on elephant's side_). Well, well! Now I\nknow all about him! He is exactly like a wall!\n\nSECOND BLIND MAN (_feeling the tusk_). He is not like a wall! He is\nround and smooth and sharp. He is like a spear.\n\nTHIRD BLIND MAN (_feeling the trunk_). Both of you are wrong. He is like\na snake.\n\nFOURTH BLIND MAN (_feeling a leg_). Oh, how blind you are! He is round\nand tall like a tree!\n\nFIFTH BLIND MAN (_feeling an ear_). Why, he is exactly like a great fan!\n\nSIXTH BLIND MAN (_feeling the tail_). This elephant is not like a wall,\nor a spear, or a snake, or a tree, or a fan. He is exactly like a rope.\n\nDRIVER. Ha, ha, ha!\n\n[_He goes, driving elephant and laughing._]\n\nFIRST BLIND MAN. Ha, ha, ha! Hear how he laughs at you!\n\nSECOND BLIND MAN. He laughs at you and the others.\n\nTHIRD BLIND MAN. He does not laugh at me!\n\nFOURTH BLIND MAN. I say he laughs at you and the others.\n\n[Illustration: THE BLIND MEN AND THE ELEPHANT]\n\nFIFTH BLIND MAN. You cannot say he laughs at me!\n\nSIXTH BLIND MAN. He laughs at all of you! He knows I spoke the truth.\n\n[_He goes._]\n\nOTHER BLIND MEN. Hear him! Hear him!\n\n[_They go their different ways, shaking their fingers angrily at each\nother._]\n\n\n\n\nTHE STAG AND THE FAWN\n\n\nSCENE I\n\nTIME: _last autumn._\nPLACE: _the forest._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nTHE STAG.\nTHE FAWN.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_The_ STAG _and_ FAWN _enter the forest._]\n\nFAWN. Here is a pool!\n\nSTAG. We will stop and drink.\n\nFAWN. I see your horns in the water, father.\n\nSTAG. Ah, yes!\n\nFAWN. They look like a strong tree down there.\n\nSTAG. They are strong! And are they not beautiful, child?\n\nFAWN. They make you very grand, dear father!\n\nSTAG. No king with his crown looks grander!\n\nFAWN. I see your feet in the water, father.\n\nSTAG. Do not speak of my feet, child!\n\nFAWN. Why not? They are small and slender.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nSTAG. But they look so weak. I do not like my feet at all. I wish they\nwere different.\n\n(_A Hunter's horn is heard._)\n\nCome, child, come!\n\n\nSCENE II\n\nTIME: _an hour later._\nPLACE: _another part of the forest._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nTHE STAG.\nTHE FAWN.\nTHE HUNTER.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_The_ STAG _is caught in a thicket by his horns. The_ FAWN _looks at\nhim pityingly._]\n\nFAWN. A man is near! I hear him running!\n\nSTAG. I cannot free myself!\n\nFAWN. Ah, if you only had no horns!\n\nSTAG. Or if they were only not so strong and not so grand!\n\nFAWN. Your feet could save you then, dear father.\n\nSTAG. Go, child, and let your feet save you.\n\nFAWN. I cannot bear to leave you, father!\n\nSTAG. Go save yourself! Go, go!\n\n[_The faun goes. The_ HUNTER _enters._]\n\nHUNTER. Aha! I have you now!\n\n\n\n\nTHE SHEPHERD BOY WHO CALLED WOLF\n\n\nSCENE I\n\nTIME: _middle of the afternoon._\nPLACE: _a hillside near the village._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nSHEPHERD BOY.\nMASTER.\nPASTOR.\nMERCHANT.\nBAKER.\nBUTCHER.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_The_ SHEPHERD BOY _watches a flock of sheep._]\n\nBOY. I am tired of watching sheep! I will play a joke on some one! I\nwill play a joke on every one!\n\n(_He calls in a loud voice._)\n\nWolf! Wolf! Wolf! Wolf!\n\n[_Enter the_ VILLAGERS _with clubs._]\n\nMASTER. Where is the Wolf?\n\nBOY. Ha, ha, ha! There is no wolf!\n\nPASTOR. I do not like to leave my church!\n\n[Illustration]\n\nMERCHANT. I do not like to leave my store!\n\nBAKER. I do not like to leave my dough!\n\nBUTCHER. I do not like to leave my ox!\n\nBOY. Ha, ha, ha! There is no wolf! Ha, ha, ha!\n\nMASTER. You must not play that joke again! Do you hear? You must never\nplay that joke again!\n\n\nSCENE II\n\nTIME: _a week later._\nPLACE: _same as in Scene I._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nBOY.\nVILLAGERS.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_The_ BOY _watches his sheep._]\n\nBOY. I will play that joke again. I like to see them come running.\n\n(_He calls in a loud voice._)\n\nWolf! Wolf! Wolf! Wolf!\n\n[_The_ VILLAGERS _come with clubs._]\n\nMASTER. Where is the wolf?\n\nBOY. Ha, ha, ha! There is no wolf!\n\nPASTOR. I do not like to leave my church!\n\nMERCHANT. I do not like to leave my store!\n\nBAKER. I do not like to leave my dough!\n\nBUTCHER. I do not like to leave my ox!\n\nBOY. Ha, ha, ha! There is no wolf! Ha, ha, ha!\n\nMASTER. Boy, boy, you must not joke about a wolf! Do you hear? You must\nnever joke about a wolf!\n\n\nSCENE III\n\nTIME: _a week later._\nPLACE: _same as Scene II._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nBOY.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_The_ BOY _watches the sheep. A wolf comes and begins to kill the\nsheep._]\n\nBOY. Wolf! Wolf! Wolf!\n\n(_No one comes or answers._)\n\nMaster! Pastor! Merchant! Baker! Butcher! Come! Come! Wolf! Wolf! Wolf!\nWolf!\n\n(_No one comes or answers._)\n\nWhat shall I do? They think I am playing a joke again. What shall I do?\nI cannot save my sheep! I must run to save myself!\n\n\n\n\nTHE WISH-BIRD\n\n\nTIME: _a few years ago._\nPLACE: _the palace gardens._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nBIRD.\nPRINCE.\nNURSE.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_The_ PRINCE _and his_ NURSE _walk in the palace gardens. The_\nWISH-BIRD _is flying among the trees._]\n\nPRINCE. I am tired of the gardens, Nurse.\n\nNURSE. Look at your pretty flowers, dear Prince.\n\nPRINCE. I am tired of the flowers.\n\nNURSE. Look at your pretty doves, dear Prince.\n\nPRINCE. I am tired of my doves.\n\nNURSE. Then look at your white, white rabbits, Prince.\n\nPRINCE. I am tired of my rabbits.\n\nNURSE. Dear me! Dear me!\n\nPRINCE. What shall I look at, Nurse?\n\n[Illustration: 'I AM TIRED OF MY RABBITS']\n\nNURSE. I do not know, dear Prince.\n\nPRINCE. You must tell me what to look at.\n\nNURSE. Dear me! Dear me!\n\nPRINCE. I will send you to the king.\n\nNURSE. Do not send me to the king, dear Prince!\n\nPRINCE. Then tell me what to look at.\n\nBIRD. Look at me, Prince! Look at me!\n\nPRINCE. Where are you?\n\nBIRD. I am in the cedar tree.\n\nNURSE. It is the Wish-Bird, Prince!\n\nBIRD. Make a wish, Prince. I will give you what you ask for. But do not\nask too much!\n\nPRINCE. I wish these flowers were feathers!\n\nBIRD. Flowers, flowers, to feathers change!\n\nPRINCE. Look, Nurse, look! The flowers have changed to feathers! Let me\nwish again, Wish-Bird!\n\nBIRD. Make a wish. I will give you what you ask for. But do not ask too\nmuch!\n\nPRINCE. I wish my rabbits with wings could fly!\n\nBIRD. Rabbits, rabbits, fly with wings!\n\nPRINCE. Ha, ha! My rabbits now have wings! Let me wish again, Wish-Bird!\n\nBIRD. Make a wish. I will give you what you ask for. But do not ask too\nmuch!\n\nPRINCE. I wish to have the moon, I do!\n\nBIRD. Do not ask too much, Prince!\n\nPRINCE. I wish to have the moon, I say! Do you hear, Wish-Bird? I wish\nto have the moon!\n\nBIRD. You ask too much! Feathers, feathers, fly away!\n\nNURSE. Prince, Prince, your feather flowers are flying away!\n\nBIRD. Rabbits, rabbits, fly away!\n\nNURSE. Prince, Prince, your pretty rabbits are flying away!\n\nPRINCE. I want my pretty flowers, I do! I want my pretty rabbits, too!\n\nBIRD. You asked too much, Prince! You asked too much!\n\nPRINCE. What will the king say?\n\nNURSE. Dear me! Dear me! The king loved the flowers and white, white\nrabbits.\n\nPRINCE. What shall I do, Wish-Bird?\n\nBIRD. Go plant flower seeds and care for them until they grow to\nflowers. Go feed your doves and care for them. Go work and work and\nwork and never ask too much. Then some day I will come to you and you\nmay wish again.\n\n[_The Wish-Bird flies away._]\n\n\n\n\nLAZY KATE\n\n\nSCENE I\n\nTIME: _early in the morning._\nPLACE: _Kate's bedroom._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nKATE.\nMOTHER.\nBED.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[KATE _is in bed. Her_ MOTHER _comes._]\n\nMOTHER. Kate, Kate, get up!\n\nKATE. By and by, mother.\n\nMOTHER. It is time to go to school. Get up!\n\nKATE. By and by, mother, by and by.\n\nMOTHER. You will be late to school, I fear.\n\n[_The Mother goes._]\n\nBED. Dear me! Dear me! Kate will not get up. Well, she shall not be late\nto school. I will see to that.\n\n[_The Bed walks from the room into the street. Kate is frightened._]\n\nKATE. Bed, Bed, where are you going?\n\nBED. To school, you lazy child.\n\n\nSCENE II\n\nTIME: _five minutes later._\nPLACE: _the schoolroom._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nKATE.\nTEACHER.\nBED.\nBOYS AND GIRLS.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_The_ BED _enters the schoolroom. Kate tries to hide under the\ncovers._]\n\nBED. Good-morning, teacher. Here is lazy Kate.\n\nTEACHER. Ha, ha, ha!\n\nBED. Good-morning, boys. Here is lazy Kate.\n\nBOYS. Ha, ha, ha!\n\nBED. Good-morning, girls. Here is lazy Kate.\n\nGIRLS. Ha, ha, ha!\n\nKATE. Take me home, Bed! Please take me home!\n\nBED. Will you get up early?\n\nKATE. O yes, yes, yes!\n\nBED. Every morning?\n\nKATE. Every morning, Bed! Every morning!\n\n[Illustration: \"GOOD-MORNING, TEACHER. HERE IS LAZY KATE\"]\n\nBED. Then I will take you home. Good-by, teacher!\n\nTEACHER. Ha, ha, ha!\n\nBED. Good-by, children!\n\nCHILDREN. Ha, ha, ha!\n\n[_The Bed goes with Kate, who still tries to hide under the covers._]\n\n\nSCENE III\n\nTIME: _two minutes later._\nPLACE: _Kate's bedroom._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nKATE.\nMOTHER.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[KATE _is asleep. Her_ MOTHER _comes._]\n\nMOTHER. Kate, Kate! You are asleep again! Get up and go to school!\n\nKATE. I have been to school.\n\nMOTHER. What is this?\n\nKATE. I have been to school. The Bed took me.\n\nMOTHER. You have been dreaming, child.\n\nKATE. No, no! The Bed took me to school. The children laughed at me.\n\nMOTHER. It was a dream, my dear.\n\nKATE. Well, I promised the Bed to get up early. I know that was not a\ndream.\n\n[_She jumps out of bed._]\n\nMOTHER. Oh, that is fine!\n\nKATE. I must not be late to school. I promised the Bed.\n\n\n\n\nTHE PROUD RING-FINGER\n\n\nTIME: _this morning._\nPLACE: _Mary's bedroom._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nMARY.\nMOTHER.\nFATHER.\nBROTHER.\nSISTER.\nPOINTING-FINGER.\nMIDDLE-FINGER.\nRING-FINGER.\nLITTLE-FINGER.\nTHUMB.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[MARY _lies in bed asleep. Her_ FATHER, MOTHER, BROTHER, _and_ SISTER\n_enter softly. They carry birthday presents for Mary._]\n\nMOTHER. Sh! We must not wake her!\n\nFATHER. I will put the gold pen on the table.\n\nBROTHER. I will lay the apple by the pen.\n\nSISTER. I will place the rose by the apple.\n\nFATHER. How pretty they look!\n\nMOTHER. What shall I do with the ring?\n\nFATHER. Why not put it on her finger?\n\nMOTHER. I will do that. I will put it on her ring-finger. There! See how\npretty it looks!\n\nSISTER. How pretty it makes her finger look!\n\nMOTHER. Now come. We must not wake her. Sh! Sh!\n\n[_They go._]\n\nRING-FINGER. I have a gold ring. I am pretty. I am better than the other\nfingers. I will not work with them.\n\nTHUMB. Do you hear that, fingers?\n\n[Illustration:]\n\nPOINTING-FINGER. You are too proud, Ring-finger.\n\nRING-FINGER. Have I not a ring?\n\nMIDDLE-FINGER. That makes you no better, miss.\n\nRING-FINGER. I will not work with any of you.\n\nLITTLE-FINGER. Then I will not work with you.\n\nPOINTING-FINGER. Nor I!\n\nTHUMB. Nor I!\n\nMIDDLE-FINGER. Nor I!\n\n[_The Ring-finger sees the rose._]\n\nRING-FINGER. I wish to hold the rose.\n\nMIDDLE-FINGER. I will not help you.\n\nRING-FINGER. I cannot get it alone.\n\nMIDDLE-FINGER. I will not help you. Let the ring help you.\n\nRING-FINGER. Dear me! Dear me! I cannot get the rose!\n\n[_The Ring-finger sees the apple._]\n\nRING-FINGER. I wish to hold the apple.\n\nPOINTING-FINGER. I will not help you.\n\nRING-FINGER. I cannot get it alone.\n\nPOINTING-FINGER. I will not help you. Let the ring help you.\n\nRING-FINGER. Dear me! Dear me! I cannot get the apple.\n\n[_The Ring-finger sees the gold pen._]\n\nRING-FINGER. I wish to write.\n\nTHUMB. I will not help you.\n\nRING-FINGER. I cannot write alone.\n\nTHUMB. I will not help you. Let the ring help you.\n\nRING-FINGER. The ring does not help me. I cannot work alone. I am no\nbetter than you, my brothers. I will work Win you.\n\nMIDDLE-FINGER. Ah, now I will help you to get the rose.\n\nPOINTING-FINGER. And I will help you to get the apple.\n\nTHUMB. And I will help you to write.\n\n\n\n\nTHE TWO MILLERS\n\n\nSCENE I\n\nTIME: _morning._\nPLACE: _Peter's mill._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nPETER, THE STUPID MILLER.\nPETER'S WIFE.\nTHE FOX.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_The_ FOX _enters. He knocks at the mill door._ PETER _opens the door\nand comes out. He is covered with meal._]\n\nFOX. Good-morning, Peter.\n\nPETER. What do you want, sir?\n\nFOX. I am hungry. I want to eat Jacob's chickens.\n\nPETER. Ah, that is fine! I do not like Jacob. Do you know that?\n\nFOX. Oh, yes, I know! Now will you help me to get his chickens?\n\nPETER. What can I do?\n\nFOX. Put meal on me, till I am white. Then the chickens will think I am\na miller.\n\nPETER. Ah, that is fine! I will get meal. Wait here.\n\n[_Peter enters the mill._]\n\nFOX. Ha, ha, ha, ha!\n\n[PETER _comes with a pan of meal._]\n\n[Illustration]\n\nPETER. Now I will make you white. You shall look just like a miller.\n\n(_He covers the Fox with meal._)\n\nHa, ha! Jacob's chickens will think you\nare Jacob. Now go! Go and eat Jacob's chickens.\n\n(_The Fox goes._)\n\nAh, this is fine! I do not like Jacob. I do not like Jacob's chickens. I\nam glad the fox will eat them. Ha, ha, ha!\n\n[_Peter enters the mill. Soon his_ WIFE _comes running._]\n\nWIFE. Peter! Peter! Come out! Come out! Peter!\n\n[PETER _comes running from the mill._]\n\nPETER. What is it? What is it?\n\nWIFE. The fox has killed your chickens!\n\nPETER. Oh, no! He has killed Jacob's chickens, dear wife. Ha, ha, ha!\n\nWIFE. No, no! He has killed your chickens! They lie there on the grass.\nLook and you will see them.\n\n[_Peter runs to the fence and looks over._]\n\nPETER. What is this? What is this? Ah, my pretty chickens! My pretty\nchickens!\n\n[_He weeps bitterly._]\n\n\nSCENE II\n\nTIME: _the next day._\nPLACE: _Jacob's mill._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nJACOB, THE WISE MILLER.\nTHE FOX.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_The_ FOX _enters. He knocks at the mill door._ JACOB _opens the door\nand comes out. He is covered with meal._]\n\nFOX. Good-morning, Jacob.\n\nJACOB. What do you want, sir?\n\nFOX. I am hungry. I want to eat Peter's chickens.\n\nJACOB. Why do you come to me?\n\nFOX. You do not like Peter.\n\nJACOB. Oh, you know that, do you?\n\nFOX. Oh, yes, I know! Now will you help me to get his chickens?\n\nJACOB. What can I do?\n\nFox. Put meal on me, till I am white. Then the chickens will think I am\na miller.\n\nJACOB. Ah, that is fine! Wait here.\n\n[_He enters the mill._]\n\nFOX. He has gone for meal! Ha, ha, ha, ha!\n\n[JACOB _comes out with a club._]\n\nJACOB. Now go! Go, sir!\n\nFOX. Why, what is this? I said I would eat Peter's chickens.\n\nJACOB. Yes, but you mean to eat mine. Now go! Go, or I will beat you!\n\n[_The Fox runs quickly away._]\n\n\n\n\nTHE VAIN JACKDAW\n\n\nTIME: _last summer._\nPLACE: _a public park._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nVAIN JACKDAW.\nOLD JACKDAW.\nYOUNG JACKDAW.\nOTHER JACKDAWS.\nPEACOCKS.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_The_ JACKDAWS _are seen in the park._]\n\nOLD JACKDAW. Come, jackdaws! We must have our breakfast. Come!\n\n[_The Vain Jackdaw stops to look at something on the ground._]\n\n(_To Vain Jackdaw._)\n\nCome, no one should stop to look at anything! Come!\n\nYOUNG JACKDAW. Just look at him. He takes up feathers!\n\nVAIN JACKDAW (_to himself_). How fine I would look in these peacock\nfeathers!\n\nANOTHER JACKDAW. See how he sticks the feathers in among his own!\n\nYOUNG JACKDAW. See how he struts about in them!\n\nOLD JACKDAW. My son, take off those feathers!\n\nVAIN JACKDAW. It pleases me to wear them.\n\nOLD JACKDAW. Take them off, I say!\n\nVAIN JACKDAW. I will not take them off!\n\nOLD JACKDAW. Then you cannot stay with us.\n\nVAIN JACKDAW. I do not wish to stay with jackdaws. I will not walk with\njackdaws. I will not talk with jackdaws. I think myself too fine for\njackdaws.\n\nOLD JACKDAW. Then, jackdaws, we will think no more about him. Come, now,\nto find our breakfast! Come!\n\n[_They go. The_ PEACOCKS _enter._]\n\nVAIN JACKDAW. Good-morning, brothers.\n\nPEACOCKS. Ha, ha, ha!\n\nVAIN JACKDAW. Why do you laugh so, brothers?\n\nPEACOCKS. Ha, ha, ha!\n\nVAIN JACKDAW. You must not laugh, dear brothers. I am a peacock like\nyourselves.\n\nFIRST PEACOCK. You silly jackdaw!\n\nVAIN JACKDAW. I am no jackdaw. Do I not have feathers like your own?\n\nSECOND PEACOCK. Ha, ha! I dropped them on the ground this morning.\n\nTHIBAUD PEACOCK. Let's take them from him!\n\n[Illustration]\n\nVAIN JACKDAW. No, no! I beg you--\n\nFIRST PEACOCK. Come, let's pull them out!\n\n[_They pull the peacock feathers from the jackdaw._]\n\nTHIRD PEACOCK. You cannot stay with us!\n\nSECOND PEACOCK. Go back to the jackdaws!\n\nFIRST PEACOCK. Away with you! Away!\n\n[_The jackdaw runs. The peacocks go, laughing. The other_ JACKDAWS\n_enter, followed by the_ VAIN JACKDAW.]\n\nVAIN JACKDAW. Ah, here you are! I have been looking for you.\n\nOLD JACKDAW. Why do you look for us?\n\nVAIN JACKDAW. I am a jackdaw. I want to be with jackdaws.\n\nOLD JACKDAW. We will have nothing more to do with you! Away!\n\nVAIN JACKDAW. But, brothers, my dear, dear brothers, please let me stay\nwith you!\n\nOLD JACKDAW. You would not walk with jackdaws! Away!\n\nYOUNG JACKDAW. You would not talk with jackdaws! Away!\n\nANOTHER JACKDAW. You thought yourself too fine for jackdaws! Away!\n\nALL JACKDAWS. Away! Away!\n\n[_They drive the Vain Jackdaw from the park._]\n\n\n\n\nTHE LITTLE JACKAL AND THE CAMEL\n\n\nSCENE I\n\nTIME: _one morning._\nPLACE: _the east bank of the river._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nTHE JACKAL.\nTHE CAMEL.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_The_ JACKAL _stands on the river bank. He looks longingly toward the\nwest shore._]\n\nJACKAL. Ah, if I could only get at those crabs over there! It makes me\nhungry just to see them! Now if I could only swim! Or if I could walk on\nwater! Or if I had a little canoe!\n\n[_Enter the_ CAMEL. _The Jackal whispers to himself._]\n\nAha! Now I know the way to get across.\n\n(_To the Camel._)\n\nSuch news as I have for you, dear friend!\n\nCAMEL. Must I guess?\n\nJACKAL. No, I'll tell you this time. Listen: I know a spot where the\nsugar-cane grows thick.\n\nCAMEL. Tell me! I cannot wait! Tell me!\n\nJACKAL. I cannot. I'll have to show you. It is on the other side of the\nriver.\n\nCAMEL. Why, then, I'll swim across and take you on my back.\n\nJACKAL. Just the very thing!\n\nCAMEL. Come, then! It makes me hungry just to hear of sugar-cane.\n\n[_He kneels for the Jackal to get upon his back._]\n\n\nSCENE II\n\nTIME: _a little later._\nPLACE: _the sugar-cane field._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nTHE JACKAL.\nTHE CAMEL.\nFARMER.\nBOYS.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_The_ CAMEL _eats the sugar-cane. The_ JACKAL _comes running into the\nfield._]\n\nCAMEL. What! Have you finished your crabs?\n\nJACKAL. I cannot eat another one! Are you not ready to go?\n\nCAMEL. Ready! Why, I have just begun.\n\nJACKAL. I'll wait for you outside the field, then.\n\n[_The Camel nods and disappears among the cane._]\n\nNow I do not wish to wait for him. I am in a hurry to get home, I am. So\nI'll sing a little song I know. The farmer then will come and drive the\ncamel out.\n\n[_He goes. Soon he is heard singing in the distance. Enter the_ FARMER\n_and_ the BOYS _with clubs._]\n\nFARMER. I see no jackal here!\n\nA BOY. I am sure I heard him singing!\n\nANOTHER BOY. I heard him, too!\n\nFARMER. We must look for him and drive him out.\n\n[_The_ CAMEL _enters, eating cane._]\n\nFIRST BOY. Look, look! A camel!\n\nSECOND BOY. Look, father! A camel!\n\nFARMER (_to Camel_). So it was you who was singing, was it? Drive him\nout, boys! Quick! Beat him with your clubs!\n\n[_They rush upon the Camel and beat him as he runs from the field._]\n\n\nSCENE III\n\nTIME: _a little later._\nPLACE: _the west bank of the river._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nTHE JACKAL.\nTHE CAMEL.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_The_ CAMEL _lies on the bank half dead from his beating. Enter the_\nJACKAL.]\n\nJACKAL. Are you ready to go now, friend?\n\nCAMEL. Don't say \"friend\" to me!\n\nJACKAL. Why do you speak so strangely?\n\nCAMEL. Why did you sing so strangely?\n\n[Illustration]\n\nJACKAL. Oh, I don't know why! I always sing after dinner.\n\nCAMEL. Ah! Well, let us go.\n\n[_He kneels. The Jackal gets on his back. The Camel rises and enters the\nriver. He swims to the middle of the river and stops._]\n\nJACKAL. Why do you stop?\n\nCAMEL. I have such a strange, strange feeling.\n\nJACKAL. Well, swim on. You need not stop!\n\nCAMEL. I feel as if I must roll over.\n\nJACKAL. Roll over! If you do, I shall be drowned!\n\nCAMEL. Exactly. But still I have that feeling.\n\nJACKAL. Now that is nonsense! Why should you roll over?\n\nCAMEL. Oh, I don't know why! I always roll over after dinner.\n\n[_He rolls over._]\n\n\n\n\nTHE ENDLESS TALE\n\n\nTIME: _a long time ago._\nPLACE: _the King's palace._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nKING.\nPRINCESS.\nFIRST STORY-TELLER.\nSECOND STORY-TELLER.\nLORDS AND LADIES.\nGUARDS.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_The_ KING _sits on a cushion in the great hall. The_ PRINCESS _sits on\na cushion by him. In front of them sits the_ FIRST STORY-TELLER. _The_\nLORDS _and_ LADIES _sit near by._]\n\nSTORY-TELLER. \"Then the prince married the princess and they were happy\nforever and ever.\"\n\n[_There is a pause._]\n\nKING. Go on!\n\n(_The Story-Teller hangs his head._)\n\nGo on, I say!\n\nSTORY-TELLER. That is all, your Majesty.\n\nKING. All!\n\nSTORY-TELLER. The prince married the princess. There is nothing more to\ntell.\n\nKING. I cannot bear so short a story!\n\nPRINCESS. Why, father; for three months we have listened to it!\n\nKING. 'Tis short, I say! I bid you make it longer, sir!\n\nSTORY-TELLER. I cannot, Sire. The prince married the princess. There is\nnothing--\n\nKING. Throw him out of the palace, guards! Cut off his head!\n\n[_Guards seize the Story-Teller._]\n\nPRINCESS. Father!\n\nLORDS. Your Majesty!\n\nLADIES. Sire!\n\nPRINCESS. Spare his life!\n\nSTORY-TELLER. Let me keep my head, Sire!\n\nKING. Why should you keep it? You do not use it.\n\nSTORY-TELLER. For three months I have used it, Sire!\n\nKING. Your story is too short, I say! Away with him, guards! Away!\n\n(_Guards take out the First Story-Teller._)\n\nBid another Story-Teller come!\n\n(_A guard admits the_ SECOND STORY-TELLER, _who bows before the King and\nPrincess._)\n\nSir, hear me. You must tell a story that will last forever.\n\nSECOND STORY-TELLER. I hear, O King!\n\nKING. If you can do this, you shall marry my daughter and be king after\nme.\n\nSECOND STORY-TELLER. I hear, O King!\n\nKING. If you fail, you shall lose your head. Begin! And remember, the\nstory must go on forever. Now again I say, begin!\n\nSECOND STORY-TELLER. \"Once upon a time a certain king seized upon all\nthe corn in his country. He had it stored in a strong granary. Then came\na swarm of locusts over the land. Soon they found a crack in the south\nside of the granary. Now the crack was just large enough for one locust\nto pass through at a time. So one locust went in and carried away a\ngrain of corn. Then another locust went in and carried away a grain of\ncorn. Then another locust went in and carried away a grain of corn.\nThen--\"\n\nKING (_interrupting)._ Yes, yes! Now go on with the story.\n\nSECOND STORY-TELLER. The story shall go on, O King! \"Then another locust\nwent in and carried away another grain of corn. Then another locust--\"\n\nKING (_interrupting). I_ tell you to go on with the story!\n\nSECOND STORY-TELLER. I obey, great King. \"Then another locust went in\nand carried away another grain of corn. Then another--\"\n\nKING. The story! The story, I tell you!\n\nSECOND STORY-TELLER. This is the story, O King! \"Then another locust\nwent in and carried away another grain of corn. Then--\"\n\nKING. I cannot stand it! How long will it take the locusts to carry away\nall the grain?\n\nSECOND STORY-TELLER. One thousand years, O King! \"Then another locust\nwent in and--\"\n\nKING. Stop! Stop! Take my daughter! Be king after me! Be king now!\nAnything to stop the locusts!\n\n\n\n\nTHE HOLE IN THE DIKE\n\n\nSCENE I\n\nTIME: _late afternoon in autumn._\nPLACE: _Holland._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nPETER.\nJACOB.\nGRETCHEN.\nFRIEDA.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_The_ CHILDREN _enter. They carry buckets full of nuts._]\n\nGRETCHEN. How cold it is!\n\nFRIEDA. Let us run. Then we shall not be cold.\n\nPETER. How can we run? We shall spill our nuts.\n\nFRIEDA. We are so far from home!\n\nJACOB. We went so far to find the nuts.\n\nGRETCHEN. It will soon be dark.\n\nFRIEDA. We must walk as fast as we can.\n\nGRETCHEN. Why do you stop, Peter?\n\nPETER. There is water on the sand here.\n\nJACOB. Come, Peter, come!\n\nPETER. Where has this water come from?\n\n[Illustration: 'THERE IS WATER ON THE SAND HERE']\n\nFRIEDA. Come, come, Peter!\n\nPETER. There was no rain yesterday. There was no rain to-day.\n\nGRETCHEN. Come, Peter!\n\nPETER. What if the water comes through the dike!\n\nJACOB. Oh, that could not be! How could water get through that thick\nwall?\n\nPETER. There might be a hole in it. I will see.\n\nGRETCHEN. Peter, Peter! Your mother waits for you.\n\nPETER. I must find where the water comes from.\n\nGRETCHEN. Well, I will not wait.\n\nJACOB. Nor I!\n\nFRIEDA. Nor I! It is too cold.\n\n[_They go. Peter runs to the dike and looks at it carefully._]\n\nPETER. Ah, I thought so! Here is a little hole! The water comes through\nit from the sea. Soon the hole will be larger. I must find stones and\nfill it.\n\n(_He looks about for stones._)\n\nDear me! Dear me! I cannot find a single stone! What shall I do? The\nhole will grow larger and larger. The sea will come in and cover all the\nland. What shall I do? I cannot go and tell the people. That would take\ntoo long. What shall I do? What shall I do?\n\n(_He thinks for a moment._)\n\nI know! I know how to stop it!\n\n(_He thrusts his arm through the hole. He shivers._)\n\nHow cold it is!\n\n\nSCENE II\n\nTIME: _the next morning._\nPLACE: _the street near Peter's home._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nPETER.\nPETER'S MOTHER.\nPRINCE.\nSOLDIERS.\nPEOPLE.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_The_ MOTHER _stands in the door of her home looking up and down the\nstreet._]\n\nMOTHER. He does not come! Well, I will go to Jacob's after him. I must\nteach him that he cannot stay away all night. I will punish him for what\nhe has done.\n\n[_Enter the_ PRINCE, SOLDIERS, _and_ PEOPLE. _Four soldiers carry_ PETER\n_on their shoulders._]\n\nA SOLDIER. Hurrah for Peter!\n\nA MAN. Hurrah for Peter!\n\nSOLDIERS. Hurrah! Hurrah!\n\nPEOPLE. Hurrah! Hurrah!\n\nMOTHER. What is this? Why do you carry Peter?\n\nPRINCE. Peter has saved us!\n\nMOTHER. What do you mean?\n\nPRINCE. He put his arm in a hole in the dike. All night long he stood\nthere! All night long he kept out the sea! We found him there this\nmorning. Poor little boy, he was so cold!\n\nMOTHER. Ah, my Peter! My dear Peter!\n\nPRINCE. He is a brave boy. The king wants to see him and to thank him.\nCome, soldiers, to the king with Peter! Come, to the king! To the king!\n\n[_They go with Peter on their shoulders._]\n\nSOLDIERS. Hurrah for Peter!\n\nPEOPLE. Hurrah for Peter!\n\n\n\n\nTHE POT OF GOLD\n\n\nSCENE I\n\nTIME: _one spring day._\nPLACE: _the farmer's vineyard._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nTHE FARMER.\nHIS THREE SONS.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_The_ THREE SONS _dig lazily among the vines._]\n\nFIRST SON. Oh, I am tired of digging! Come, brothers, let us sit and\ntalk!\n\n[_He throws down his spade and sits._]\n\n[Illustration]\n\nSECOND SON. Father said we should dig at every vine. But I must say I am\ntired of it.\n\n[_He throws down his spade and sits._]\n\nTHIRD SON. I was tired when we began.\n\n[_He throws down his spade and sits. The_ FARMER _enters. His sons do\nnot see him._]\n\nFIRST SON. Now I should like to go to war and ride a great white horse.\n\nSECOND SON. I should like to be a prince. I would do nothing all day\nlong but wear my golden crown.\n\nTHIRD SON. I want to find a purse of gold. I would never work again, I\ntell you!\n\n[_The farmer shakes his head sadly._]\n\nFARMER. My sons, these vines have not been dug about. Come, do this work\nas I have told you.\n\n(_The sons take up their spades, but unwillingly._)\n\nNow listen: a pot of gold is hidden in this vineyard. It is buried deep\nbeneath these vines.\n\nSONS. A pot of gold!\n\nFARMER. It is all I have to leave you. I think it best to-tell you now,\nfor I cannot live much longer.\n\nFIRST SON. Why do you hide the gold, my father?\n\nFARMER. That you may dig for it.\n\nSECOND SON. Why do you hide it in the ground?\n\nFARMER. That you may dig for it.\n\nTHIRD SON. Why don't you tell us where it is?\n\nFARMER. That you may dig for it.\n\n[_He goes._]\n\nSONS. A pot of gold!\n\nFIRST SON. Now I shall go to war and ride a great white horse!\n\nSECOND SON. Now I shall marry a princess and wear her golden crown!\n\nTHIRD SON. Now I shall find my purse of gold, and never work again!\n\n\nSCENE II\n\nTIME: _one month later._\nPLACE: _the vineyard._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nTHE THREE SONS.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_The ground is completely dug up. The_ FIRST SON _is seen digging. He\nthrows down his spade showing disappointment._]\n\nFIRST SON. I cannot find it!\n\n(_Enter_ SECOND SON _with his spade._)\n\nDid you find it?\n\nSECOND SON. No, and I have dug up every inch of our western vineyard.\n\n[_Enter_ THIRD SON _with his spade._]\n\nFIRST AND SECOND SONS. Did you find it?\n\nTHIRD SON. No, and I have dug up every inch of the eastern vineyard.\n\nFIRST SON. Well, you see what I have done here.\n\nSECOND SON. Not a vine that has not been dug about!\n\nTHIRD SON. I cannot understand it!\n\nFIRST SON. The day our father died he spoke again of the pot of gold.\n\nSECOND SON. And told us again to dig for it.\n\nTHIRD SON. I cannot understand it.\n\n[_They go, shaking their heads sadly._]\n\n\nSCENE III\n\nTIME: _six months later._\nPLACE: _the vineyard._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nTHE THREE SONS.\nTHE FRUIT MERCHANT.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_The_ MERCHANT _enters the vineyard with the_ THREE SONS.]\n\nMERCHANT. You say your grapes are ripe?\n\nFIRST SON. They are ripe and ready to sell, sir.\n\nSECOND SON. Come, now, and look at them.\n\n[_They cross to the vines._]\n\nMERCHANT. Why, I have never seen such grapes as these!\n\nTHIRD SON. We have never had such grapes before, sir.\n\nMERCHANT. How fine and large they are!\n\nFIRST SON. And sweet, too! Just taste one, sir!\n\nMERCHANT (_eating a grape_). Are they all like these?\n\nSECOND SON. Every vine bears just such grapes.\n\nMERCHANT. I must have your grapes. I will give a pot of gold for them.\n\nSONS. A pot of gold!\n\nMERCHANT. Come, will you sell?\n\nSONS. Aye, sir!\n\nMERCHANT. Then to-morrow I will bring the pot of gold and take away the\ngrapes.\n\n[_He goes._]\n\nSONS. A pot of gold!\n\nFIRST SON. I wonder if that was father's pot of gold.\n\nSECOND SON. I almost think it was.\n\nTHIRD SON. I wonder now, I wonder--\n\nFIRST SON. No war horse for me! I will stay and dig again for gold!\n\nSECOND SON. No prince's crown for me! I will stay and dig here too!\n\nTHIRD SON. I have found my purse of gold! I will stay and find another!\n\n\n\n\nTHE HARE AND THE HEDGEHOG\n\n\nTIME: _one fine morning._\nPLACE: _the farmer's cabbage field._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nTHE HARE.\nTHE HEDGEHOG.\nTHE HEDGEHOG'S WIFE.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_The_ HEDGEHOG _and his_ WIFE _are walking in the field._]\n\nHEDGEHOG. These cabbages are growing well.\n\nWIFE. They are very fine indeed.\n\nHEDGEHOG. We can feed on them all summer.\n\nWIFE. Yes, if the hares will let us.\n\nHEDGEHOG. Oh, there is enough for all of us, hares, hedgehogs, and\nfarmer.\n\nWIFE. Yes, if the hares will think that, too.\n\nHEDGEHOG. Well, we will let them alone as we have always done.\n\nWIFE. But they will not let us alone. Yesterday they called at me while\nI was eating here.\n\nHEDGEHOG. What did they say to you?\n\nWIFE. Oh, such things as \"Short-legs,\" and \"Duck-legs.\"\n\nHEDGEHOG. Here comes one of them now!\n\nWIFE. He is one who called at me. I'll hide till he goes by.\n\n[_She hides among the cabbages. The_ HARE _enters._]\n\nHEDGEHOG. Good-morning, sir.\n\nHARE. Why do you speak to me?\n\nHEDGEHOG. I always speak to neighbors, sir.\n\nHARE. Speak to your own kind, then. I think myself too good for\nhedgehogs.\n\nHEDGEHOG. Now that is strange.\n\nHARE. There is nothing strange about it. Look at your silly little legs!\n\nHEDGEHOG. They are quite as good as yours, sir.\n\nHARE. As good as mine! Hear him! You can only walk with those legs, sir.\n\nHEDGEHOG. I'll run a race with you this day.\n\nHARE. Hear him! Hear him! Ha, ha!\n\nHEDGEHOG. You may run in that furrow. I will run in this. We will see\nwho gets to the field fence first.\n\nHARE. Are you crazy?\n\nHEDGEHOG. Come, come, let's begin the race!\n\nHARE. Ha, ha! Well, I'll run with you. You ought to know just how silly\nyour little duck-legs are.\n\nHEDGEHOG. Let us go to this end of the furrow to begin.\n\nHAKE. I will run to the brook and back while you are getting there.\n\nHEDGEHOG. As you please.\n\n(_The Hare runs off._)\n\nWife, wife, did you hear?\n\nWIFE. I heard. Are you crazy?\n\nHEDGEHOG. Go to the other end of this furrow, wife.\n\nWIFE. And why should I do that?\n\nHEDGEHOG. The hare will run in the other furrow. When he comes to your\nend, put up your head and say, \"I am already here.\"\n\nWIFE. Ha, ha! He will think that I am you.\n\nHEDGEHOG. Exactly.\n\nWIFE. Ha, ha, ha! I go, Mr. Hedgehog! I go! You may be short on legs, my\ndear, but you are long on brains.\n\n[_She runs to other end of furrow. Mr. Hedgehog goes to his end._]\n\n[_The_ HARE _enters._]\n\nHARE. Well, are you ready?\n\nHEDGEHOG. I am ready.\n\nHARE. One, two, three, go!\n\n[_The Hare runs swiftly. The Hedgehog sits. The Hare reaches the other\nend of his furrow. The Wife puts up her head._]\n\n[Illustration]\n\nWIFE. I am already here.\n\nHARE. What is this?\n\nWIFE. I am already here.\n\nHARE. We will try again! Are you ready?\n\nWIFE. I am ready.\n\nHARE. One, two, three, go!\n\n[_The Hare runs swiftly. The Wife sits. The Hare reaches the other end\nof his furrow. Mr. Hedgehog puts up his head._]\n\nHEDGEHOG. I am already here.\n\nHARE. I cannot understand this.\n\nHEDGEHOG. I am already here.\n\nHARE. We will try again! Are you ready?\n\nHEDGEHOG. I am ready.\n\nHARE. One, two, three, go!\n\n[_The Hare runs swiftly. Mr. Hedgehog sits. The Hare reaches the other\nend of his furrow. Mrs. Hedgehog puts up her head._]\n\nWIFE. I am already here.\n\nHARE. I cannot believe it!\n\nWIFE. I am already here.\n\nHARE. We will try again! Do you hear? We will try again.\n\nWIFE. I am ready.\n\nHARE. One, two, three, go!\n\n[_The Hare runs swiftly. The Wife sits. The Hare reaches the other end\nof his furrow. Mr. Hedgehog puts up his head._]\n\nHEDGEHOG. I am already here.\n\nHARE. This is very, very strange!\n\nHEDGEHOG. Shall we run again?\n\nHARE. No, no! The race is yours, Neighbor Hedgehog. And will you please\nto call some day? I should be glad to see you.\n\nHEDGEHOG. I shall be glad to come.\n\n[_The Hare goes off wondering._]\n\nWIFE (_running to meet Mr. Hedgehog_). You may be short on legs, my\ndear, but you are very, very long on brains.\n\n\n\n\nFISHING ON DRY LAND\n\n\nTIME: _long ago._\nPLACE: _before the King's palace._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nKING.\nPRINCE.\nQUEEN.\nLADIES.\nFARMER NIX.\nFARMER KNAVE.\nMANY OTHER FARMERS.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[FARMER NIX, FARMER KNAVE, _and the other_ FARMERS _have come with their\nwagons, for it is market day. Some of the wagons are drawn by horses and\nsome by oxen._]\n\nNIX. Have you seen my colt, sir?\n\nA FARMER. I saw a colt run by not long ago.\n\nSECOND FARMER. There is a colt with Farmer Knave's oxen.\n\nNIX. I do not see him.\n\nTHIRD FARMER. He is lying down between them.\n\nNIX. Ah, I see him now.\n\n(_He goes to Farmer Knave._)\n\nI have come for my colt, Farmer Knave.\n\nKNAVE. Your colt?\n\nNIX. Yes. There he is between your oxen.\n\nKNAVE. He is my colt, sir.\n\nNIX. How can he be your colt when he is mine?\n\nKNAVE. I ask the same question, sir.\n\nNIX. What do you mean?\n\nKNAVE. How can the colt be yours when he is mine?\n\nNIX. I'll have you before the judge, sir!\n\nKNAVE. The judge shall speak to you, sir!\n\n[_The_ PRINCE _comes from the castle._]\n\nPRINCE. What is all this noise, sirs? What is all this noise, I say? The\nking sent me to ask.\n\nNIX. Farmer Knave does claim my colt, Prince.\n\nPRINCE. How is this, Farmer Knave?\n\nKNAVE. I claim the colt because the colt is mine, Prince.\n\nPRINCE. Now how is this, Farmer Nix?\n\nNIX. The colt is mine, Prince.\n\nKNAVE. The colt is mine I say!\n\nNIX. I say the colt is mine!\n\nPRINCE. Hush, Farmer Nix! Hush, Farmer Knave! I'll tell the king what\nboth of you do claim. He will decide to whom the colt belongs.\n\n[_The Prince goes._]\n\nKNAVE. See how the colt lies between my oxen! Is not that proof that he\nis mine?\n\nNIX. But who can tell what a colt will do?\n\n[_The_ PRINCE _comes._]\n\nPRINCE. Farmers, the king has decided. He says the colt belongs where it\nis now lying.\n\nKNAVE. And he lies between my oxen.\n\nPRINCE. That is proof enough, The colt belongs to you, Farmer Knave.\n\nNIX. But, Prince--\n\nPRINCE. Not another word! Go, now, with your wagons and horses and oxen!\nThe queen comes out to walk. Go, all of you!\n\n[_The Prince enters the castle. The farmers go, Nix last. The_ QUEEN\n_and her_ LADIES _come from the castle._]\n\nQUEEN. Go bring Farmer Nix to me.\n\n[_A Lady runs to Nix._]\n\nLADY. The queen wants to see you, sir.\n\n[_Nix goes to the Queen and bows._]\n\nQUEEN. I heard all from the castle window. I know the colt is yours.\n\nNIX. I thank you, my Queen, I thank you!\n\nQUEEN. Now you must show the king that colts cannot belong to oxen,\nnever have belonged to oxen, and never will belong to oxen.\n\nNIX. I will go to him at once! I will tell him--\n\nQUEEN. Not so fast! I said you must show the king. He would not let you\ntell him. No one ever dares to tell things to a king.\n\nNIX. How can I show him?\n\nQUEEN. You must think out the way. I cannot help you more.\n\nNIX. I thank you, my Queen, I thank you.\n\nQUEEN. The king comes out to walk soon.\n\nNIX. I will return to show him.\n\n[_Nix bows to the Queen and goes. The_ KING _and_ PRINCE _come from the\ncastle._]\n\nQUEEN. 'Tis a pleasant day to walk, dear King.\n\nKING. Oh, 'tis very, very pleasant.\n\n[_Enter_ Nix _with a fishing-net. He throws out the net and draws it\nin._]\n\nQUEEN. Why, look you what that foolish man is doing!\n\nKING. He throws out his net and draws it in! He acts just as if he were\nfishing.\n\nQUEEN. Let's ask what he is doing.\n\nKING. Come here, you foolish fellow! Come here, I say!\n\n(NIX _comes to the King, but goes on with his fishing._)\n\nNow what are you doing, sir?\n\n[Illustration]\n\nNIX. I am fishing, fishing, fishing.\n\nKING. How can you fish where is no water?\n\nNIX. Fish can be found on land if colts belong to oxen.\n\nKING. What is that, sir?\n\nNIX. If colts belong to oxen, then fish should swim in dust.\n\nKING. Well, well, that may be true! What do you think, dear Queen?\n\nQUEEN. I think with you--it may be true.\n\nNIX (_fishing_). If colts belong to oxen, then I will always fish in\ndust.\n\nKING. Well, well, I think you may be right, sir!\n\n(_Pause. The King thinks deeply._)\n\nYes, I am now sure that you are right, sir. Go get your colt from Farmer\nKnave. Go with him, Prince, and see to it. Now come, dear Queen, we'll\nwalk about together, for 'tis a very pleasant day, 'tis very, very\npleasant.\n\n\n\n\nTHE WISE MEN OF GOTHAM\n\n\nSCENE I\n\nTIME: _one morning._\nPLACE: _the highroad to Gotham._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nHODGE.\nPODGE.\nNODGE.\nSCRODGE.\nKING.\nSOLDIERS.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_Enter_ HODGE, PODGE, NODGE, _and_ SCRODGE; _each carries an ax and\neach chuckles to himself._]\n\nHODGE. Well, the last tree is down!\n\nPODGE. Down and across the road!\n\nNODGE. Not a horse can get through them!\n\nSCRODGE. How angry it will make the king! Ha, ha!\n\nHODGE. He sent us word he would visit Gotham! Ha, ha!\n\nPODGE. Ha, ha!\n\nNODGE. Ha, ha!\n\nSCRODGE. He would hang us if he knew we cut the trees!\n\nHODGE. And let them fall across the road.\n\nPODGE. He will not know. Not a Gotham man would tell him!\n\nNODGE. Nor a Gotham woman!\n\nSCRODGE. Nor a Gotham child!\n\nHODGE. They have not forgotten what his last visit brought upon them.\n\nPODGE. Everything he saw and liked, he took.\n\nNODGE. And would not pay for it!\n\nSCRODGE. His servants and his soldiers ate the town up.\n\nHODGE. And would not pay for it!\n\nPODGE (_looking off_). He is coming now! He is on the hill!\n\nSCRODGE. He has his soldiers with him!\n\nNODGE. He must not see us! Come!\n\n[_They run off. Enter the_ KING _and_ SOLDIERS.]\n\nKING. To think that I--a king--should have to walk!\n\nFIRST SOLDIER. Shall I bring the horses up, your Majesty?\n\nKING. Of what use? Look how the road from here is filled with trees!\n\nSECOND SOLDIER. Just as it was back there!\n\nKING. I know! It was done to keep me out of Gotham! I know!\n\n(_To Third Soldier._)\n\nHere, you!\n\nTHIRD SOLDIER (_saluting_). Yes, your Majesty.\n\nKING. Get to Gotham, if you have to crawl.\n\nTHIRD SOLDIER. Yes, your Majesty.\n\nKING. Tell these men of Gotham I shall come again.\n\nTHIRD SOLDIER. Yes, your Majesty.\n\nKING. And when I do--and when I do--[_He stops._]\n\nTHIRD SOLDIER. Yes, your Majesty?\n\nKING. And when I do, I'll have their noses!\n\nTHIRD SOLDIER. Yes, your Majesty.\n\nKING. I'll have the Gotham nose of every Gotham man cut off his Gotham\nface!\n\nTHIRD SOLDIER. Yes, your Majesty.\n\nKING. Go, now, and tell them that!\n\nTHIRD SOLDIER (_saluting)._ Yes, your Majesty.\n\n[_He goes._]\n\nKING. We will now return the way we came. (_He shakes his finger toward\nGotham_,)\n\nI'll have your noses, that I will!\n\n[_He goes with his soldiers._]\n\n\nSCENE II\n\nTIME: _one month later._\nPLACE: _a field near Gotham._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nHODGE.\nPODGE.\nNODGE.\nSCRODGE.\nKING.\nSOLDIERS.\nOLD MEN OF GOTHAM.\nYOUNG MEN OF GOTHAM.\nPETER AND OTHER GOTHAM BOYS.\nPOLLIE AND OTHER GOTHAM GIRLS.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_The_ OLD MEN, _the_ YOUNG MEN, _and the_ CHILDREN _are in the field._]\n\nAN OLD MAN. Well, the king's men have taken all the trees away.\n\nA YOUNG MAN. A good month's work it made them, too!\n\nANOTHER OLD MAN. And now the king will come again!\n\nPETER. And we shall lose our noses!\n\nPOLLIE. I do not wish to lose my nose!\n\n[_Enter_ SCRODGE, _running._]\n\nSCRODGE. The king is coming!\n\n[_Enter_ HODGE, _running._]\n\n[Illustration: \"QUICK, NOW--BEFORE THE KING COMES\"]\n\nHODGE. The king is coming!\n\n[_Enter_ PODGE _and_ NODGE, _running._]\n\nPODGE _and_ NODGE. The king is coming!\n\nPETER. And we shall lose our noses!\n\nPOLLIE. Oh dear! Oh dear! I'll lose my nose!\n\nCHILDREN. Oh dear! We'll lose our noses!\n\nHODGE. Now get you back to Gotham, children! You will not lose your\nnoses.\n\nPODGE. Quick, now--before the king comes!\n\n[_The children go, holding their noses._]\n\nNODGE. Now, Gotham men, do you all know what to do?\n\nOLD MEN. Aye! Aye!\n\nYOUNG MEN. Aye! Aye!\n\n[_All the men begin to work._]\n\nPODGE. I think this will save our noses.\n\n[_Enter the_ KING _and the_ SOLDIERS.]\n\nKING. Is there a tree left on the road?\n\nFIRST SOLDIER. We took them all away, Sire.\n\nKING (to _a soldier._) Then go and get our horses. We will ride into\nthis Gotham town. (_The soldier salutes and goes._)\n\nWhere do you roll these stones, old men?\n\nAN OLD MAN. Uphill to help the sun rise.\n\nKING. What! To help the sun rise?\n\nOLD MAN. Yes, your Majesty.\n\nKING. Don't you know that the sun will rise without help?\n\nOLD MAN. Will it? Well, well! Who would have thought of that!\n\nKING. You foolish fellows! Well, go on and roll your stones. Now tell me\nwhy you grunt, young men?\n\nA YOUNG MAN. Oh, we do the grunting while our fathers do the work.\n\nKING. Ha, ha! Well, go on and grunt. Now what are you men doing?\n\nHODGE. There is a cuckoo here, your Majesty.\n\nKING. What if there is a cuckoo there?\n\nPODGE. We are building a wall around it, Sire?\n\nKING. Why build a wall around it?\n\nNODGE. To keep it from flying away.\n\nKING. Ha, ha! Don't you know that the bird can fly over the wall?\n\nHODGE. Well, well! Who would have thought of that!\n\nNODGE. How very wise you are, Sire!\n\nKING. You foolish fellows! Well, go on and build your wall.\n\n(_Enter_ SCRODGE, _carrying a door on his back._)\n\nWhere are you going with that door?\n\nSCRODGE. I am going on a journey, Sire.\n\nKING. Why do you carry a door?\n\nSCRODGE. I left my money at home, Sire.\n\nKING. Why didn't you leave the door at home?\n\nSCRODGE. I was afraid of thieves.\n\nKING. Afraid of thieves! And you have taken down your door!\n\nSCRODGE. If I have the door with me, they can't break it open to get in.\n\nKING. You foolish fellow! Why didn't you leave your door at home and\ncarry your money?\n\nSCRODGE. Well, well! Who would have thought of that! How very wise you\nare, Sire!\n\nKING. Ha, ha, ha! Well, go on and carry your door.\n\n(_To Soldiers._)\n\nThese Gotham men are foolish. Does it not seem so to you?\n\nSOLDIERS. Aye, Sire!\n\nKING. I'll let them keep their noses. They knew no better than to cut\ndown the trees. Come, we will go away and leave them.\n\n[_King and Soldiers go._]\n\nGOTHAM MEN. Ha, ha, ha!\n\n\n\n\nTHE TWO QUESTIONS\n\n\nSCENE I\n\nTIME: _when John was King of England._\nPLACE: _King John's palace._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nKING JOHN.\nABBOT.\nKNIGHT.\nJESTER.\nLORDS AND LADIES.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[KING JOHN _sits on his throne. A_ KNIGHT _stands before him. Back of\nhim are the_ LORDS, _the_ LADIES, _and the_ JESTER.]\n\nKING. Now, what is this you say?\n\nKNIGHT. I saw it all, your Majesty.\n\nKING. You say one hundred men sit down to dine with him?\n\nKNIGHT. Yes, your Majesty, every day.\n\nKING. And fifty knights in velvet coats do wait on him?\n\nKNIGHT. They bring him food on golden plates.\n\nJESTER. Your Majesty does not eat on golden plates!\n\nKING. I cannot afford it.\n\nJESTER. Ha, ha! The king's Abbot lives better than the king!\n\nKING. Be silent, Jester! Sir Knight, go bring this Abbot to me.\n\n[_The Knight bows and goes._]\n\nJESTER. The Abbot is the real king! Now who is John, ladies? Who is\nJohn, lords? Truly, who are you, John?\n\n[_All laugh. Enter the_ KNIGHT _and_ ABBOT.]\n\nKING. Abbot, I hear strange things about you.\n\nABBOT. Your Majesty! How can that be?\n\nKING. 'Tis said that every day you have one hundred men to dine with\nyou.\n\nABBOT. Oh, your Majesty, they are only friends.\n\nKING. No matter who they are!\n\nJESTER. 'Tis not their names! 'Tis what they eat!\n\nLORDS. Ha, ha!\n\nLADIES. Ha, ha!\n\nKING. 'Tis said that fifty knights in velvet coats do wait on you!\n\nABBOT. Well, your Majesty, I--\n\nKING (_interrupting)._ Do I have fifty knights to wait on me?\n\nABBOT. Well, your Majesty, I--\n\n[_He stops in confusion._]\n\nJESTER. Are eggs brought to us on golden plates? Not so! Not an egg!\n\nKING. You spend more money, sir, than I do! How do you dare to do so?\n\nABBOT. 'Tis my own money, Sire--\n\nKING. 'Tis not your money! Everything in this land belongs to me! You\nshall go to prison, sir!\n\nABBOT (_falling on his knees_). Oh, say not so, dear King! Oh, say not\nso!\n\nKING. Well, I will let you off if you will answer me two questions.\n\nABBOT. Ask as many as you like, dear King.\n\nKING. First, you must tell me how long I shall live.\n\n[_The Abbot is silent._]\n\nJESTER. Go on, John! Ask as many as you like!\n\nKING. Then, Abbot, you must tell me what I think.\n\nABBOT. Your questions, Sire, are deep and hard.\n\nKING. Answer them, or go to prison.\n\nABBOT. I pray you for some time to think!\n\nKING. I will give you just two weeks. If you cannot answer then, I'll\nhave your head cut off. And then I'll take your lands and palaces.\n\nJESTER. And your knights and golden plates!\n\nABBOT (_in a trembling voice_). In two weeks I will return, Sire.\n\nKING. Two weeks and not a day longer! Go!\n\n\nSCENE II\n\nTIME: _two weeks later; morning._\nPLACE: _the Abbot's palace._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nABBOT.\nFIRST PROFESSOR.\nSECOND PROFESSOR.\nSHEPHERD.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_The_ PROFESSORS _look through very large books._]\n\nABBOT. Look well for the answers, friends. Look long, look deep, look\nwell.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nFIRST PROFESSOR (_closing book_). I cannot find the answers here.\n\nSECOND PROFESSOR (_closing book_). I cannot find them in my book.\n\nABBOT. Have you looked in other books?\n\nFIRST PROFESSOR. We have looked in every book.\n\nSECOND PROFESSOR. In every book, in every house, in every town.\n\nABBOT. Alas! Alas! What shall I do? What shall I do?\n\nFIRST PROFESSOR. Go to the king and tell him all.\n\nABBOT. And then I'll lose my head!\n\nSECOND PROFESSOR. Yes, I fear you'll lose your head.\n\nFIRST PROFESSOR. I am sorry, Abbot, I wish that I might help you.\n\nSECOND PROFESSOR. I am sorry too, friend Abbot. And I do wish the same.\n\nABBOT. You both have tried your best. Farewell.\n\n(_The Professors bow and go._)\n\nAlas! Alas! Alas! Alas!\n\n[_Enter the_ SHEPHERD.]\n\nSHEPHERD. Good-day to you, good Abbot!\n\nABBOT. Ah, Shepherd, I am glad to see you. How goes it in your village?\n\nSHEPHERD. We do nothing there but laugh since your visit to us, sir. We\nlaugh all day and half the night.\n\nABBOT. Now why do you do that?\n\nSHEPHERD. Because, sir, I look so much like you. At least, they think so\nin our village.\n\nABBOT. Why, that is true, you do. Well, what can I do for you?\n\nSHEPHERD. I have heard about the two questions, sir. I have come to help\nyou.\n\nABBOT. How can you help me? Speak!\n\nSHEPHERD. I will go to the king in your place. He will think that I am\nyou.\n\nABBOT. Can you answer the two questions?\n\nSHEPHERD. Only the king himself can say. Now give me your gown and cap\nand golden staff, dear Abbot.\n\nABBOT. Well, I will let you try.\n\n(_Gives his gown and cap to the Shepherd, who puts them on and then\ntakes the staff._)\n\nYou truly seem to be myself, good Shepherd!\n\nSHEPHERD. I hope the king will think so.\n\nABBOT. Suppose he will not take your answers?\n\nSHEPHERD. Then he will take my head.\n\nABBOT. No, good Shepherd, I'll take my own head up to him for that. Now\ngo, and bear my blessing with you.\n\n[_He lifts his hand. The Shepherd bows his head._]\n\n\nSCENE III\n\nTIME: _the same day; afternoon._\nPLACE: _King John's palace._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nKING JOHN.\nABBOT (REALLY THE SHEPHERD).\nKNIGHT.\nJESTER.\nLORDS AND LADIES.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_The_ KING _sits on his throne. The_ LORDS, LADIES, _and_ JESTER _stand\nnear. Enter a_ KNIGHT.]\n\nKNIGHT. The Abbot begs to see you, Sire.\n\nKING. Ah, he has come, has he?\n\nKNIGHT. Yes, your Majesty, he waits without.\n\nKING. Bid him enter.\n\n[_The Knight goes._]\n\nJESTER. Will the Abbot take his head back with him? I'll give you two\nguesses, ladies! I'll give you two guesses, lords!\n\n[_Enter the_ KNIGHT _and the_ SHEPHERD _dressed as the_ ABBOT.]\n\nABBOT. Your Majesty, I am here.\n\nKING. Well, then, tell me how long I shall live.\n\nABBOT. Sire, you shall live till the day that you die, and not one day\nlonger.\n\nKING. Ha, ha! You are witty, Abbot. Now tell me what I think.\n\nABBOT. You think I am the Abbot, Sire. I am only his poor Shepherd.\nBehold!\n\n[_He throws off his gown and cap._]\n\nKING. Ha, ha, ha! Truly you are a witty fellow! I like you for it, that\nI do!\n\nSHEPHERD. Then will you pardon the good Abbot, Sire?\n\nKING. I will pardon the Abbot and let him keep his lands and knights, if\nyou will stay and live here in my court.\n\nJESTER. Yes, stay. Stay and help me jest!\n\nSHEPHERD. I'll stay, and I'll jest whene'er I can. I thank you, King\nJohn, I thank you.\n\n\n\n\nPOCAHONTAS AND CAPTAIN SMITH\n\n\nSCENE I\n\nTIME: _a spring morning; three hundred years ago._\nPLACE _: forest near Jamestown._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\nPOCAHONTAS.\nINDIAN WOMAN.\nINDIAN GIRLS.\nINDIAN BOYS.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[POCAHONTAS _and the_ INDIAN GIRLS _are playing in the forest. An_\nINDIAN WOMAN _comes with bows and arrows._]\n\nWOMAN. The deer go to the river! You must shoot them while they drink.\nHere are your bows and arrows.\n\nA GIRL. I'll shoot a doe!\n\nSECOND GIRL. I'll shoot a stag with horns!\n\nTHIRD GIRL. And I, a fawn!\n\nWOMAN. Come, Pocahontas, and get your bow and arrows.\n\nPOCAHONTAS. I will not shoot at deer!\n\nWOMAN. Ah, but you must. The braves have gone to watch the white men.\nSo we must do the hunting. Come!\n\nPOCAHONTAS. I will not shoot at deer!\n\nTHIRD GIRL. She never shoots at them.\n\nWOMAN. Why, what is this?\n\nFOURTH GIRL. She only shoots at trees and sedges peeping from the water.\n\nWOMAN. Now why do you not shoot at deer?\n\nPOCAHONTAS. They look at me so gently. I cannot bear to kill them.\n\nFIRST GIRL. She will not kill anything.\n\nSECOND GIRL. She will not even shoot a bird.\n\nWOMAN. Can this be true?\n\nPOCAHONTAS. I will not kill the pretty things. This forest is their\nhome, the same as it is ours.\n\nWOMAN. Such talk I never heard before! The braves must know of this.\n\nPOCAHONTAS. No, no! They will tell my father!\n\nWOMAN. Aye! Chief Powhatan must know.\n\nPOCAHONTAS. I beg you not to tell him!\n\nTHIRD GIRL. He will send her from his wigwam! Do not tell him!\n\n[Illustration: \"I WILL NOT SHOOT AT DEER\"]\n\nFOURTH GIRL. He will send her alone into the forest! Do not tell him!\n\nPOCAHONTAS. Do not tell him!\n\nWOMAN. Then take your bow and kill a deer.\n\nPOCAHONTAS. I will not! I have told you that! I cannot!\n\nWOMAN. Powhatan shall know. Before the sun sets, Powhatan shall know.\n\n[INDIAN BOYS _enter._]\n\nFIRST BOY. The braves have brought a prisoner!\n\nSECOND BOY. It is the white chief from the village!\n\nTHIRD BOY. They have taken him to Powhatan!\n\nFOURTH BOY. Come, if you would see him!\n\nWOMAN. I come! I come!\n\nGIRLS. And I! And I! And I!\n\n[_They go._]\n\n\nSCENE II\n\nTIME: _a little later._\nPLACE: _Indian camp._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nCAPTAIN JOHN SMITH.\nMEDICINE MAN.\nCHIEF POWHATAN.\nPOCAHONTAS.\nBRAVES, WOMEN, AND CHILDREN.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[CAPTAIN SMITH _stands before_ POWHATAN. He _holds a small compass in\nhis hand._]\n\nSMITH. Let me live, great chief! Let me live and you shall have my\ntalking needle!\n\nPOWHATAN. Talking needle! What is that?\n\nSMITH. It is this needle in this box. It talks whenever I wish it.\n\nPOWHATAN. What does it say?\n\nSMITH. It tells me where to find the north. I turn the box this way,--I\nturn the box that way. But the needle always shows the north to me.\n\nPOWHATAN. Why, so it does! It is very strange and wonderful!\n\nA BRAVE. Will it tell the north at night?\n\nSMITH. In the darkest night it tells you.\n\nANOTHER BRAVE. Will it tell the north on water?\n\nSMITH. On river or on lake it tells you.\n\nPOWHATAN. Come, show me how to make it talk.\n\nSMITH. Will you let me go in peace?\n\nPOWHATAN. You shall live and go in peace.\n\nMEDICINE MAN. Great chief, is it wise to let so wise a man go from us?\n\nPOWHATAN. Is it your wish to keep him here?\n\nMEDICINE MAN. There is no place for such a wise man.\n\nPOWHATAN. What do you mean?\n\nMEDICINE MAN. Let him go, or let him stay, he will only make more wise\nthings.\n\nPOWHATAN. That is true.\n\nMEDICINE MAN. Things too wise for Powhatan's braves. Things too wise for\nPowhatan.\n\nPOWHATAN. What is that? Things too wise for Powhatan!\n\nMEDICINE MAN. The white man makes talking needles. This needle shows the\nnorth to him. Another needle may show him how to be chief in your\nplace, Powhatan.\n\nA BRAVE. Yes, yes! That is true!\n\nALL BRAVES. Yes, yes!\n\nMEDICINE MAN. He is too wise to live, great chief!\n\nBRAVES. Yes, yes, yes!\n\n(_Pause._)\n\nPOWHATAN. Bind him to the ground, braves! Put his head on that stone\nthere!\n\nSMITH. Powhatan! I beg you--\n\nPOWHATAN. Take him, braves! Be ready with your war clubs!\n\n[_The braves throw Captain Smith on the ground, and stand over him with\nuplifted clubs. Enter_ POCAHONTAS. _She runs to Captain Smith and kneels\nbeside him, shielding his head with her arms. Enter_ WOMEN _and_\nCHILDREN.]\n\nPOCAHONTAS. You shall not kill him!\n\nPOWHATAN. My daughter! Come away!\n\nPOCAHONTAS. You shall not kill him! You shall not kill him!\n\nA WOMAN. Pocahontas!\n\nA GIRL. Pocahontas! They will kill you!\n\nSECOND GIRL. Pocahontas! Come away! Come away!\n\nPOCAHONTAS. I will not move!\n\nMEDICINE MAN. Drag her away, braves! Drag her away, I say!\n\nPOWHATAN. Do not dare to touch her! Do you hear? Do not dare to touch\nher! The Great Spirit lives in the child! The Great Spirit has breathed\nHis courage into her! Captain Smith, you shall live and go in peace. I,\nPowhatan, do say these words!\n\n\n\n\nPOCAHONTAS SAVES JAMESTOWN\n\n\nSCENE I\n\nTIME: _One evening; three hundred years ago._\nPLACE: _Indian camp near Jamestown, Virginia._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nCHIEF POWHATAN.\nBRAVES.\nMEDICINE MAN.\nWOMEN AND CHILDREN\nPOCAHONTAS.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[POWHATAN, MEDICINE MAN, _and_ BRAVES _sit around the fire in council.\nThe_ WOMEN _and_ CHILDREN, POCAHONTAS _among them, are near._]\n\nPOWHATAN. I speak, my children.\n\nBRAVES. We hear, great chief.\n\nPOWHATAN. Who among you loves the white man?\n\n(_There is silence._)\n\nAgain I ask, who among you loves the white man?\n\n(_There is silence._)\n\nMEDICINE MAN. The white men are not our friends, Chief Powhatan.\n\nA BRAVE. They take our land from us.\n\nSECOND BRAVE. They take our corn from us.\n\nTHIRD BRAVE. They will not let us fish in our own rivers.\n\nMEDICINE MAN. They are too wise for Powhatan's children.\n\nPOWHATAN. They are too wise for Powhatan.\n\nMEDICINE MAN. Not one should live in our great forests!\n\nA BRAVE. We should not leave one white man in their village!\n\nSECOND BRAVE. Nor a white woman!\n\nTHIRD BRAVE. Nor a white child!\n\nPOWHATAN. I think with you, my children. Your words are my words.\n\nMEDICINE MAN. This night we should creep upon them!\n\nBRAVES. Yes! Yes! Yes!\n\nPOWHATAN. This night it shall be done! Lie here and sleep, my braves,\ntill midnight. Then we will rise and creep upon them. Women, take the\nchildren to the wigwams. Pocahontas, fill my quiver full of arrows. You\nmay do this while I sleep. And now, silence.\n\n\nSCENE II\n\nTIME: _Midnight of same day._\nPLACE: _Jamestown._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nPOCAHONTAS.\nCAPTAIN JOHN SMITH.\nJOHN ROLFE.\nPOWHATAN.\nMEDICINE MAN.\nBRAVES.\nSETTLERS.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[POCAHONTAS _enters, running. She knocks at the door of Captain Smith's\ncabin._]\n\n[Illustration: ]\n\nSMITH (_within._) Who knocks?\n\nPOCAHONTAS. Pocahontas!\n\n[CAPTAIN JOHN SMITH _comes from the cabin._]\n\nPOCAHONTAS. Powhatan is coming! He is coming with his braves! They come\ncreeping while you sleep!\n\nSMITH. What is this?\n\nPOCAHONTAS. They come to kill you and the women and the children!\n\nSMITH. Rolfe, Rolfe, do you hear that?\n\n[ROLFE _comes from the cabin._]\n\nROLFE. I heard! I'll go and warn the people!\n\nSMITH. Tell them to run quickly to the fort!\n\nROLFE. I'll tell them!\n\n[_He goes, running._]\n\nSMITH. It is brave of you to warn us, Pocahontas.\n\nPOCAHONTAS. I could not bear to have the little children killed.\n\nSMITH. You have saved them and their mothers and their fathers. Me, you\nhave saved twice.\n\n[_Pocahontas starts to go._]\n\nPOCAHONTAS. Good-by, white chief. I go now to my wigwam.\n\nSMITH. Girl! Girl! You must not go! The braves will know you warned us!\n\nPOCAHONTAS. They will not know, white chief. At midnight they were to\nleave the camp. I will get back by that time.\n\nSMITH. It is midnight now. They have missed you by this time,\nPocahontas.\n\nPOCAHONTAS. What shall I do? What shall I do?\n\nSMITH. You must stay with us.\n\nPOCAHONTAS. I cannot leave my father, white chief.\n\n[_She starts to go._]\n\nSMITH. You must not go! The braves will not let you live! I fear your\nfather could not save you from them!\n\n[_Enter_ ROLFE, _running._]\n\nROLFE. To the fort! To the fort! The Indians are upon us! To the fort!\n\nSMITH. Come, Pocahontas! There is our fort across the road. You will be\nsafe in there.\n\nPOCAHONTAS. How can I leave my father!\n\n[_Enter_ MEN, WOMEN, _and_ CHILDREN, _running. They enter the fort._]\n\nSMITH. Come, Pocahontas! Come!\n\n[_He leads her into the fort just as the_ INDIANS _creep in from the\nforest. They see Pocahontas and rush at her, but Rolfe shuts the\ngates._]\n\nBRAVES. Pocahontas! Pocahontas!\n\nMEDICINE MAN. 'Tis Pocahontas who has warned them!\n\nBRAVES. Yes, yes! 'Tis Pocahontas!\n\nMEDICINE MAN. Do you hear that, Chief Powhatan?\n\nPOWHATAN. I hear.\n\nA BRAVE. She has betrayed her own people!\n\nSECOND BRAVE. We should never take her back to us!\n\nTHIRD BRAVE. We should not let her live!\n\nMEDICINE MAN. Aye, braves, aye! We should not let her live! We will\ndemand her from the white men!\n\nBRAVES. Yes, yes!\n\nMEDICINE MAN. Shall we offer them peace in return for Pocahontas?\n\nBRAVES. Yes, yes, yes!\n\nMEDICINE MAN. Do you hear that, Chief Powhatan?\n\n[_There is a long pause._]\n\nPOWHATAN. Go, take the peace flag to them, and ask for Pocahontas.\n\n[_The_ MEDICINE MAN _raises a white flag and goes to the fort. Captain\nSmith and many men come out._]\n\nSMITH. Do you come to offer peace?\n\nMEDICINE MAN. We offer peace, great chief, if you will give up\nPocahontas.\n\nSMITH. And what if we will not give her up?\n\nMEDICINE MAN. We will make war upon you.\n\nSMITH. We will not give her up.\n\nMEDICINE MAN. Then not a man of you shall live! Nor a woman! Nor a\nchild!\n\nSMITH. Pocahontas is our friend. We will not give her up to you.\n\nMEDICINE MAN. Shoot them, braves! Shoot them, as they stand there!\n\nPOWHATAN. Do not dare to shoot one arrow! I, Powhatan, speak.\n\n(_To Smith._)\n\nI see you are my daughter's friend, white chief.\n\nSMITH. I am, and would be yours, if you would let me.\n\nPOWHATAN. Your white braves take our land from us.\n\nSMITH. They shall pay you. As I am chief here, they shall pay you.\n\nPOWHATAN. Your white braves take our corn from us. They will not let us\nfish in our own rivers.\n\nSMITH. I did not know such wrongs were done you. My braves shall pay for\neverything in full.\n\nPOWHATAN. Then there shall be peace between us. Bring the peace pipe,\nbraves. We will smoke in friendship with our brothers.\n\nSMITH. And Pocahontas will be pardoned? You will take her back as your\nown daughter?\n\nPOWHATAN. Pocahontas will be pardoned, white chief. She shall come and\ngo, as she may please, between our wigwams and yours, my brother.\n\n_[A brave comes with the peace pipe, which he gives to Powhatan, who\nhands it to Captain Smith._]\n\nSMITH (_taking pipe_). 'Tis for eternal peace between us!\n\n\n\n\nKING ALFRED AND THE CAKES\n\n[Footnote: The teacher should explain that King Alfred was one of the\nmost famous and best beloved kings of England, and that while he was\nking the Danes were trying to conquer England. At the time of the story,\nhe had been defeated by the Danes, and was compelled to hide with a few\nfollowers in the forest to avoid falling into the hands of the enemy.]\n\n\nTIME: _More than a thousand years ago._\nPLACE: _a forest in England._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nKING ALFRED.\nDANISH CHIEF.\nGOODWIFE.\nENGLISH SOLDIERS.\nPRINCE.\nDANES.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[_A hut is at one side. Near by is a pile of burning fagots. The_ PRINCE\n_enters from the forest. He carries a great spear. He looks about;\ncreeps to the hut and looks in the window; shows satisfaction; returns\nto the forest._]\n\nPRINCE (_softly_). All is well. Enter!\n\n(_Enter_ Two ENGLISH SOLDIERS _from forest. They carry large bows and\nwear quivers holding arrows._)\n\nWe are safe here, my men. Tell King Alfred that.\n\n[_The first Soldier salutes and enters forest._]\n\nSECOND SOLDIER. Danes may hide in the hut, Prince--\n\nPRINCE (_shaking head_). There's only an old woman within.\n\n[_Enter_ FIRST SOLDIER. _He holds the bushes and vines aside._]\n\nFIRST SOLDIER. The king!\n\n[_Enter_ KING ALFRED. _He is disguised as a beggar. He is young, manly,\nand courageous._]\n\nPRINCE (_bowing)._ You can rest safely here, King Alfred.\n\nKING. Do you think the Danes are still in pursuit?\n\nPRINCE. No, your Majesty, I am sure we have escaped them this time.\n\nSECOND SOLDIER. Besides, they would not know your Majesty dressed so.\n\nKING (_anxiously_). Gentlemen, disguise yourselves as you have me.\n\nPRINCE. That will not do, Sire. The Danes must not see you dressed as we\nare. 'Twill make you safer.\n\nKING. Aye, but there's more danger for you dressed so. Come, be beggars\nnow with me!\n\nFIRST SOLDIER (_shaking head_). Our first thought is for you, Sire.\n\nSECOND SOLDIER. Should you fall into the Danes' hands now, what will\nbecome of England?\n\nKING. Why, she must fight again!\n\nPRINCE, (_shaking head_). Our soldiers ran from the Danes to-day, and\nlost the battle to them!\n\nKING. 'Tis because they fear these Danes as they do monsters,--monsters\ncome to rob them,--to burn their homes,--to make them slaves!\n\nSOLDIERS. Aye! Aye!\n\nKING. If only I could turn their fear to rage and fierce, hot anger!\nThen England would not flee! She'd fight her foes and conquer!\n\nSOLDIERS. Aye! Aye!\n\nPRINCE. 'Tis for that great work you should save yourself, Sire! For\nthat, you should wear the beggar's rags now!\n\n[_Enter_ ENGLISH SOLDIERS _in great haste._]\n\nTHIRD SOLDIER. Sire, save yourself! The Danes still follow us!\n\nFOURTH SOLDIER. They have crossed the river!\n\nTHIRD SOLDIER. They pursue your Majesty!\n\nPRINCE. Go to the hut there, Sire. Let the Danes find you begging from\nthe goodwife.\n\nKING. But you, my men, where will you hide?\n\nFIRST SOLDIER. We'll scatter, Sire.\n\nKING. Then go, go at once! I'll await you here, if the Danes go on.\n\nPRINCE (_saluting_). Farewell, my King!\n\nSOLDIERS (_saluting_). Farewell, King Alfred, farewell!\n\n[_They go. The King crosses to hut, and knocks at door, which is opened\nby the_ GOODWIFE. _She holds a wooden bowl and a large flat stone in her\nhands._]\n\nGOODWIFE (_aside_). Another beggar, as I live!\n\n(_Aloud, sharply_). Well, what do you want?\n\nKING. A bite to eat, goodwife.\n\nGOODWIFE. My cakes are not yet baked.\n\nKING. I will wait, then.\n\nGOODWIFE (_indignantly_). Well, and you will not, sir!\n\nKING (_alarmed_). You will not drive me off, good woman!\n\nGOODWIFE. And who are you, that you should sit by and wait, whilst I do\nall the work! And do you think you are the king, sir?\n\nKING. No, no! I--\n\nGOOD WIFE (_interrupting_). You'll fry the cakes yourself, sir! And that\nyou will at once, sir! Go now and mend the fire, and lay this stone upon\nit.\n\n[_The King takes the stone; crosses to the fire, and stirs it; places\nthe stone on the burning wood. When the stone is hot, the Goodwife pours\nthe batter from the bowl on the stone._]\n\nGOODWIFE. Now watch these cakes while I'm within. And watch them well:\nrye cakes do burn while one is winking.\n\nKING. I'll watch them carefully, goodwife.\n\n(_The Goodwife enters hut. The King turns the cakes carefully, then sits\non a log; he shows that his thoughts are far away._)\n\nI _will_ drive them out! I _will!_\n\n(_Pause._)\n\nTo-night I'll get my men together.\n\n(_Pause._)\n\nWe will take them by surprise--at daybreak.\n\n[_Enter the_ GOODWIFE; _she rushes to the fire._]\n\nGOOD WIFE (_looking at cakes_). Burnt to cinders! Not one of them fit\nto eat!\n\nKING. I am sorry--I--\n\nGOOD WIFE (_interrupting)._ Oh, you good-for-nothing! I would like to\nbeat you!\n\nKING. What can I do to make it right?\n\nGOODWIFE (_taking up a stick_). You'll mix more dough! More dough! Do\nyou hear?\n\nKING. I'll be glad to do it, Madam!\n\nGOODWIFE (_flourishing stick_). In with you! Now in with you, and get to\nwork!\n\n[_The King enters the hut. Enter_ DANISH CHIEF _and_ DANES _from the\nforest. They carry spears and shields._]\n\nGOODWIFE (_with fear; dropping stick_). The Danes!\n\nCHIEF (_haughtily)._ Aye, Danes!\n\nGOODWIFE. I have no silver! Not a piece, sir!\n\nCHIEF. Burn the hut, men!\n\nDANES. Aye! Aye!\n\n[_They start toward the hut. The Goodwife falls on her knees before\nthem._]\n\nGOODWIFE. I pray you, spare my home!\n\n[Illustration: \"NOT ONE OF THEM FIT TO EAT!\"]\n\nCHIEF. We spare no home to any English. Do you not know that?\n\nGOODWIFE. I've heard so--\n\nFIRST DANE. We'll burn every home on English land before we go!\n\nSECOND DANE. And drive every Englishman into the seas!\n\nDANES. Aye! Aye!\n\nGOODWIFE (_sobbing)._ I pray you--\n\nCHIEF (_roughly)._ Come, get up! Get up and cease your weeping! I like\nit not. Get up, I say!\n\n[_Goodwife rises, trembling with fear._]\n\nCHIEF. Now listen; we will not burn your hut, if you will tell us what\nwe wish to know.\n\nGOODWIFE. I will tell you what I can--\n\nCHIEF. Did King Alfred pass this way in flight?\n\nGOODWIFE (_starting_). What? Our king in flight?\n\nCHIEF (_angrily_). Come, no tears for him! Did he pass this way, I say?\n\nGOODWIFE. No, my lord.\n\nFIRST DANE. Do not believe her, chief! There's not an Englishman that\nwould not hide him from us!\n\nGOODWIFE (_forgetting her fear_). Aye, and die for him!\n\nCHIEF (_angrily)._ Say not such words to me! I am your king that is to\nbe!\n\nDANES. Aye! Aye!\n\nCHIEF. Go search within the hut, Danes!\n\n[_Danes enter hut. They come out immediately bringing King Alfred._]\n\nFIRST DANE. We found this man within, chief.\n\nSECOND DANE. 'Tis only her husband, I think.\n\nGOODWIFE (_indignantly_). _Husband_, say you?--that beggar!\n\nCHIEF (_showing suspicion_). Ah, a beggar--!\n\nGOODWIFE. Yes, my lord, he came but just before you.\n\nFIRST DANE (_whispering_). Hear that, my lord,--just before us!\n\nSECOND DANE (_whispering_). It may be King Alfred!\n\nTHIRD DANE (_whispering_). Disguised as a beggar, sir!\n\nFOURTH DANE (_whispering_). 'Twould be safest to take him prisoner, my\nlord!\n\nCHIEF (_nodding_). We'll take him with us to be certain.\n\nGOODWIFE (_hearing this_). Yes, take him! 'Twould serve him right! He\nburnt my cakes just now!\n\nCHIEF. What! Burnt your cakes?\n\nGOODWIFE. Yes, my lord! And I'd have beaten him had not your lordship\ncome.\n\nCHIEF (_aside to Danes_). This cannot be the king.\n\nFIRST DANE (_shaking head_). No king would fry cakes!\n\nSECOND DANE (_shaking head_). He could not be made to fry them!\n\nTHIRD DANE (_shaking head_). Nor take a beating from a woman!\n\n[_The Goodwife has crept up to listen; and so overhears this last\nremark._]\n\nGOODWIFE. He wouldn't, eh? Ha, ha! Well, I sent him within to mix fresh\ndough! And I sent him with my stick, I did!\n\n[_Flourishing stick._]\n\nFOURTH DANE. Would you let a woman threaten you with a stick, my lord?\n\nCHIEF (_proudly)._ Never! Besides, King Alfred would be dressed as are\nhis princes and his soldiers. I have thought that from the first.\nRelease the beggar!\n\n[_Danes release King Alfred._]\n\nCHIEF. Now listen, Danes! A hundred silver pieces will I give the man\nwho makes King Alfred prisoner! Hear--all of you!--One hundred silver\npieces!\n\nDANES. Aye! Aye!\n\nCHIEF (_to Goodwife and Alfred_). And when this Alfred's taken, to me\nyou'll bend your English knees! To me, you English beggar! Now come, my\nmen! To hunt King Alfred!\n\nDANES (_going_). To hunt King Alfred! To hunt King Alfred!\n\n[_They go. King Alfred smiles. The Goodwife looks after them, listening\nfor a moment._]\n\nGOODWIFE. May they never see a hair of his head!\n\n(_Lifting up arms._)\n\nMay Heaven protect and save King Alfred!\n\nKING (_growling_). You seem to love King Alfred--\n\nGOODWIFE. I love the ground he treads on!\n\nKING (_as before_). Of course,--'tis English ground!\n\nGOODWIFE (_shaking head_). Not that--I love the air he breathes!\n\nKING. Well--'tis English air.\n\nGOODWIFE (_sharply)._ No, no! I love the king!--the king himself!\n\nKING (_growling)._ Out upon King Alfred! Out upon him, I say!\n\nGOODWIFE (_angrily)._ You are a traitor, sir!\n\nKING. What has he done for England? He has lost every battle to the\nDanes! He is running from them now!\n\nGOODWIFE. 'Tis no fault of his! If the king's men were as brave as he,\nthere would not be a Dane on English land to-day!\n\nKING (_still growling_). Well, I'm glad there's one that thinks so well\nof him!\n\nGOODWIFE. You are a traitor and should be punished!\n\n(_Taking up stick._)\n\nI myself will do it!\n\n[_Lifting stick. Enter the_ PRINCE _and_ ENGLISH SOLDIERS.]\n\nPRINCE (_kneeling_). Your Majesty is safe!\n\nGOOD WIFE (_aside_). What!--Your Majesty, they say!\n\nSOLDIERS (_kneeling, joyfully_). King Alfred! King Alfred!\n\nGOODWIFE (_aside)._ What!--King Alfred!--\n\nKING. Rise, my Prince! Rise, my soldiers! Ah, I'm glad they did not find\nyou!\n\n[_He grasps their hands._]\n\nGOODWIFE (_aside; showing fear_). It is--it is--the king!\n\nKING. We'll fight again, my men! At daybreak we'll surprise them.\n\nSOLDIERS. Aye! Aye!\n\nKING. Goodwife, your king now thanks you.\n\nGOODWIFE (_kneeling_). Oh, your Majesty, forgive me! forgive me!\n\nKING (_gently_). Arise, goodwife.\n\nGOODWIFE (_rising_). Alas the day I made you fry the cakes! Alas the day\nI would have beaten you!\n\nKING. Nay, goodwife, 'twas that saved my life. I bless the day you made\nme fry the cakes! I bless the day you would have beaten me! (_Lifting\nhis hand over her head._)\n\nAnd you I bless, goodwife, for your loyalty to England and her king!\nSoldiers, salute this brave goodwife!\n\n[_Soldiers form in a double line from door of hut, and hold their bows\naloft to make an arch. The Goodwife passes up this lane, under the bows,\nand stands in door of hut. The King and the Prince salute her._]","title":"Children's Classics in Dramatic Form, Book Two","tradition":"myth-cosmogony","translated_text":null,"word_count":15300}